Embracing Crazy Town

For whatever reason mango juice is the hot item in our house at breakfast time. One problem however: it is thick and gooey and inevitably ends up all over JR’s highchair, pjs, me and now baby Wells!

This morning’s spill was particularly explosive and as I stared down at the thick orangey mess and my two slightly orange boys I felt the hormones well up into tears. Just as I was about to break down in ridiculous self pity I realized that I am one lucky lady and burst into laughter.

Somehow in the craziness of the last 10 days I had forgotten the journey my family has been on to get to this point, to have two beautiful healthy sons. Most of you are probably not familiar yet with my pregnancy struggles and in time I am sure I will bore you silly with them but for now just know it wasn’t exactly a wham bam quickie under the sheets and I’m pregnant type of experience!

As I stood there soaked in sticky mango juice I realized that the last years have been spent trying to get to this very point, to have this growing wonderful family and this type of craziness is exactly what I had been wishing for, for so long.

When you are in the thick of sleepless nights and poop galore it is easy to forget what a gift it is to be a parent and for some reason the mango juice gave me clarity; I am so happy to be exactly here, a sticky mess (and I don’t plan to change these mango pants for at least another hour!).

The crazy town that surrounds me is the best type of madness I can think of; a baby on each hip, hair tightly in a bun because shampoo is just not a luxury that a mother with a newborn tends to have, is my kind of wonderful as insane as it may sound. So please don’t vomit from my sappiness and self reflection but instead hold your wee ones a little tighter today and be thankful that you have them.