It’s been kind of quiet around here lately because we’re in the middle of a move to a place that is closer to our daycare and slightly closer to my work. It’s a two bedroom apartment, and our plan is to have the boys share a room. Part of that plan was to move Beau into a “big boy bed” so Maverick could have his crib.
And I need to brag for a minute.
There were a lot of changes going on, and we were nervous about the transition for Beau. I let Beau pick out a special blanket and a new night light to make the occasion feel special. Then we tucked him in a hoped for the best.
All of the worry was totally unnecessary. First night, Beau laid down, went to sleep. Done. Next night, he rolled around for a bit, but he never left the bed and fell asleep eventually. He’s even napping in his full bed. He’s basically amazing when it comes to sleep.
Now onto Maverick…
Beau looks around, puts his hand to his ear, and says:
“What was that? Hear it? Sounds like a bee in Maverick’s diaper.”
He looks around and says:
“Beau’s bottom grumbled.”
On my first Mother’s Day I felt awesome. My second I felt incredibly insecure about being a mom of two. My third was perfect. I have two children, a job, and I feel complete. Like I finally figured it out. This life is complicated, but totally worth it.
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Beau is old enough to have two school photos.
All carts should have the double seaters like Sams Club. So much better than the monster Target carts.
I’ve had people tell me they look just alike.
I’ve had people tell me they look nothing alike.
I’ve had people tell me Beau looks like me.
I’ve had people tell me Maverick looks like me.
People are crazy.