Well, tomorrow my first baby turns two! Time really does fly by when you have kids. It’s one of the many things older people would always tell me when I was younger that I wouldn’t pay much attention to, but, it’s sadly totally true. I’d probably be weepy if I weren’t so distracted by having to feed the twins every 30 minutes and trying to keep Ez from climbing every piece of furniture we own. I couldn’t even have 10 minutes to myself today to go to the bathroom without having to have one of the girls on my boob. I’d like to think it will get easier. Ha. I digress. We are having a party for Ez in the morning at a splash pad and then eating lunch at a restaurant next door. I find myself getting nervous that I’m forgetting something important or that it won’t be fun for the kids and adults coming.. Or disappointed that it won’t be cute enough (my husband teasingly calls it being “Pinterest worthy”). We’ll have balloons, a cake, and some cute favor bags with fun water themed toys for the kids. But that’s it. I used to take pride in using my creative, crafty skills to plan and execute everything I put my name on. That was until 3 kids. Ezra had an adorable nursery (pictured above), but no cute nursery (or even their own room for that matter) for the girls. The house is now just a big play room for Ez. Things are in places (and not in places) for functional purposes rather than for aesthetics. I feel like a piece of me is silently screaming (and dying a little) every time another opportunity to make/keep something beautiful is sacrificed because I don’t have the time or I’m just too exhausted… Luckily these beautiful babies make my shift in priorities worth it. I hold onto the hope that one day I can have time and maybe even the energy to do the creative things I used to lose myself in again.
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