This is Life

I am trying to write a blog post this morning.  But my 5 ½ year old has other ideas. She is sitting next to me on my bed playing my Sims game on my cell phone.  And talking. And talking. And snuggling up next to me, and tapping me on the arm to ask me more questions and do more talking.

I love her.  In her fleecy Elsa zippy pajamas even though it is August and like 70 degrees outside.  If I am honest she needs a bath. And someone (like her big sister) to get rid of the birds nest in her hair.

 She hasn’t had breakfast yet.  I don’t think she has even gone downstairs.  She is just happy playing on my phone, talking and snuggling.

 I know that someday they grow out of this.  I haven’t seen it happen yet. My almost 13 year old likes to lie on my bed and also play my Sims.  Sometimes she talks, but often she just wants to hang, and take up most of my bed for hours if she can get away with it.  Which is fine as long as she doesn’t mind if I fall asleep. Because being pregnant falling asleep is my default.

 My almost 11 year old doesn’t hang out quite as much, but that is mainly just her personality.  She has always been my most self-sufficient child and there have been points in my parenting journey where I have only seen her when she has been upset.  I have had to stop and think about how many hours it has been since I last saw her to remember that she really isn’t upset all the time. She is just happy getting into her own stuff and doesn’t need to be by my side constantly.

 My 7 ½ year old is in a sewing obsession.  Today she is working on quilting her first quilt by hand, it’s doll size (and if you follow me on Instagram you can see it) and she’s had a few issues.  She is also still in her pajamas and I doubt she’s had breakfast yet, she just woke up had a bit of a snuggle and then is off to do more sewing. Girl after my own heart.

 This is what my life looks like right now.  My youngest is busy growing inside me and in that sense is probably my easiest to look after right now.  Though she is pretty picky about what I eat and how often I eat (ALL the time please!!!) but her kicks are still pretty soft, though that will be changing as she grows.

 I am writing this right before my hubby comes back from India (because we are taking a week and a half off after he gets back and I am not going to be blogging then) and I am curious to see how much of this snuggling continues or if he will become the new favorite couch.  I kinda hope they do hang out with him for a while so I can get some breathing space. As much as the smallest one gives me any.  

 These are the moments that make up life.  These are the moments that we may not remember in the future but do absolutely make up the foundations of our life and what our kids will remember in their bodies and souls even if their minds don’t choose to remember this particular day.  

 This is life.