in a heartbeat...

As I was putting Lennon down for bed tonight, I was thinking about how hard having two kids is. How much different Lennon is than Oliver. How tired and exhausted I am. But. I'd do it over in a heartbeat.

Oliver was and still is easylikesundaymorning. Don't get me wrong, he's all boy, rambunctious, and full of energy. But, he's a pretty easy going little dude. Super friendly and good natured. He always has been. Lennon, on the other hand, is not. I like to say she's one cup spice and a teaspoon of sugar. She's feisty, bossy, full of attitude, particular about who she likes, and is a wild girlie girl. There's nothing easy going about her. It amazes me how two kids, from the same parents, can be so completely different. I know, one's a boy and the other is a girl, but they're so different in so many ways.

Life is much harder now. Two kids to chase, two kids to feed (and if you got two kids, you know what I mean - they're both hungry starving like they haven't eaten in weeks at the same exact time), two kids to play with, two kids to take grocery shopping. Two kids. I was way more tired after having Lennon. I thought by the 2nd baby, it would be so much easier. It's easier in lots of ways (like less calls to the doctor to ask silly questions your Mom could have answered), but harder because you're just damn tired. Tired physically. Tired emotionally. Tired mentally.

Then I see Oliver and Lennon playing. Oliver and Lennon wrestling. Oliver and Lennon hugging. Oliver telling Lennon, "you make me sad" because she tumbled his Leggo tower. Oliver snuggling with Lennon in bed, "come way with me Weni". Oliver sticking up for Lennon, "Weni can't go time-out, she's too wittle". Lennon chasing after Oliver to hug him. Lennon laughing at EVERYTHING Oliver does. Lennon trying to say her brother's name, "Ah-der".

That's' why I had two. It's all worth it. I love every damn tiring moment and I wouldn't change it for the world. I'd do it all over, in a heartbeat.