My Babies: 22 Months Old and 9 Months Old

In just one more month, we are going to have a two year old in this house. I'm in denial, obviously. I sometimes still picture my blue-eyed blondie as a helpless baby who needs his mommy for every single thing. And then we start a conversation about shapes, trucks, and "Martin" (MLK is apparently Josiah's favorite historical figure this week), and I'm thrown back into reality. Yes, my toddler still needs me a lot. But, not as much as I sometimes wish. He's become such an independent, curious, and confident little man. I keep reminding myself that his independence will only grow and to cherish every time he asks for help, asks to play, or asks for a diaper change. We're about to venture into what society calls the "Terrible Twos" and I'm hoping I can make it out alive.

Now, about Lucia. Lucia is the complete opposite of her brother. It's funny, because I'm constantly praying this child becomes more independent and less clingy to her mother. Which is weird. I'm always reminding myself that I need to embrace her spirited and fragile personality. It's only a matter of time before she, too, will want to do things on her own. She's going through an interesting stage in life right now that may be exhausting for me, but very fascinating for her. Becoming more mobile, trying new foods, transitioning to a convertible car seat; these are huge milestones for her! As her first birthday approaches, I'm continuing to remind myself that my baby girl's needs are going to evolve, like her brother's, and she will need me less and less for certain things. I should be waking up with a smile on my face when she cries for help at 6:30. In a couple of years, she won't need my help.  And that makes me sad.

Wow. I think I'm almost ready for Baby #3.