It's been one of those days. You know, the ones that every mother have. You start off with a devotion titled "No More Unglued Mama Mornings" and end it snapping at a disobedient toddler while you chase him down to discipline him while nursing a baby in the other hand.
To be fair to my 21-month old son...he has been behaving very well with the crazy month we've had bringing home a baby and rocking his perfect only-child-world. We expect a lot out of him and frequently have to remind ourselves he isn't even 2. He has never taken any jealousy out on Pippa, he has always been enamored with her. But this week there has been an exponential increase in crying and begging to be held. My baby boy isn't my baby anymore. He knows it and he doesn't like it.
I lost my cool this evening while waiting for my husband to come home. I wanted to apologize to Elliott. I was still nursing, so I reached to him with my free hand and he thought we were praying. What a smart idea! So I sat there and prayed for patience, discernment with discipline, and obedience. While our heads were bowed Elliott's head was bowed on my cup and he was drooling into my iced tea the whole time. I simply said, "please don't drool in my cup" and he had his 597th meltdown of the day. So...he's upstairs "resting" in his room while I sit here and blog to just decompress for a minute before it all starts again!
Nothing like this happened earlier this month. Zack's paternity leave and all the special guests in town allowed for plenty of special Elliott time. Now he's stuck with just Mama and we all have some adjusting to do. But he's still my little helper and I think he's learning all the fun things only a Big Brother can do.
For instance, only Big Brothers can go on adventures with Daddy...
Or play with their baby sisters...
Or help Mama cook...
Or play with all the cool toys...
I think all these moments are worth those few unglued-mama-moments. And we've had some pretty perfect days this week...so I'll just focus on those!
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