Head to your nearest Target between the hours of 4-5:00 on a weeknight and you’ll see it: mini vans and SUVs line the rows in the parking lot. Mothers and children clog the aisles, everyone trying to get a tiny taste of sanity during the witching hour before daddy gets home from work.
We may or may not be done having kids. There. I said it. In the most non-committal way possible. At the very least, I am done living in our modest house with so much baby stuff that I may or MAY NOT ever have a need for, ever again. Now that I’ve been around the baby block twice, I know that 90% of the stuff was had was completely unnecessary. I’m talking to you, baby swing, bouncy seat, changing pads #2 and 3… We only have two kids!
If you’re anything like me, you press “snooze” on your alarm one (or three) too many times in the morning. In my attempts to squeeze in just a few more precious moments of sleep, I ultimately end up paying for it with rushing around the house trying to get everyone ready for their days. Our kids wake up hangry, Marleigh is not a fan of wearing anything but pajamas (who can blame her?), and if you peeked into our windows on any given weekday between 6:15-7:00 AM, you would think you were watching an episode of WWE as we try to keep Henry still for his diaper change. Is it just me, or do kids have an incredible skill of sensing urgency and resisting it at any cost? We have spent many-a-mornings in a mad dash to the front door – only to ultimately lose the race against time because of one thing: the double layered winter coat.
A few months ago, my son was invited to his first “school” birthday party, which just so happened to take place at Leaps N’ Bounce, located near Bill Grays off of Main Street in Williamsville. Never having heard of it before, my husband and I were excited for the opportunity to check out a new place where our high-energy 2.5 year old could play during the winter months. The party turned out to be a success AND we have had several successful trips there since.
Next month around this time, I will become a first-time mom to a baby girl. I am beyond excited to start this new chapter with my husband, and I’ve spent most days of the past almost nine months feeling immensely grateful. We’ve had a lot of fun brainstorming names, decorating the nursery, and imagining life with a tiny human who looks a little bit like both of us. All the good things about being pregnant, I’ve indulged in.