I'm exhausted. I don't remember the last time I slept more than 90 minutes in a row. My eyes burn constantly. I survive on chocolate and caffeine (since being released to a regular diet after Sammy's colic treatments). I'm irritable and not always nice. I'm dread the nights b/c I know that Sam will wake up constantly.
But you know what?
I know it's worth it (and I guess deep down I know it won't last forever). You know why? Because I have this awesome 2 1/2 year old who reminds me that the infant stage doesn't last forever (of course, it's followed by sometimes not fun times as a toddler).
He is at this wonderful stage where he freely gives me giant hugs and tells me many times a day that he loves me (as he's doing right this minute as I try to type). He climbs behind me in the chair and says he wants to rub my back because it hurts. He tells me thank you, you're welcome, I'm sorry I hurt you, Mommy, and he "shakes his booty."
And then today, on our way home from playing with friends (9 boys and 2 girls between 5 moms...and 3 kids were missing!), I turned around and told him how proud I was of him for behaving so well while we were at our friend's house. I told him thank you for obeying me and for being such a good boy. And do you know what he said?? He told me, "thank you mom for taking me to play with my friends."
Oh boy. Stick a fork in me. I'm done. My boy is the BOMB! Love you so much Little Major!