Being a Mom is the most wonderful and amazing thing that has ever happened to me, but some days it is just plain tiring. Our littlest Tribesmen seems to have the energy level of three wild oxen combined into one very compact, and might I add cute, package. He seems to have been born ready to go, go, go!
Not much has changed since we took this photo last year… well, except that he runs faster, climbs higher, and jumps a whole lot further than I think is normal for his age… because SURELY this is not normal! I was fearful of how we would keep him entertained all summer with only the belongings we could stuff into our suitcases but we’ve discovered that a few cars and a stroll around the block go a long, long way.
Not only that, but he has just grown more cuddly and it melts my heart that he only wants “Mama” right now. Oh, and he loves to give kisses… to us, to stuffed animals… and even the doggies on the street get them from afar.
He is such a keeper… and even though I may collapse into my bed at night in total exhaustion from tending to three kids, moving from here to there, and doing all that it takes to keep everyone safe, fed, loved on, bathed, clothed… well, you know… all that mom stuff… I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Not even a meal without little fingers running through my guacamole, someone inevitably wanting to sit on my lap, getting up exactly three thousand two hundred and seventeen times for one more cup of milk and seconds of what I have yet to have firsts of. One glance over at the Traveling Girl and I realize that it is brief, that all stages shall pass, and little kisses cover over a multitude of sins.