It's been great to spend some time with Madeline. She is honestly the most perfect baby in the world. I know you probably think I'm exagerrating, but it is absolutely true. She is perfect...I literally can't say anything negative about her...I'm trying to think of something, but nope...nothing! We have been really blessed with baby #3. And this week she has received all of our attention (which is rare since she normally has to share us with her two older, much needier siblings). I'm really glad we've had the chance to spend this time with her, and to play peek-a-boo, and read her books, and to spoil her and kiss her and hug her and just love her as much as we can. She has definitely been our little baby girl all week.
Although Madeline has been sick this week, it has been a great week. We have really enjoyed the peace and the quiet and the relaxation. The quiet house is almost foreign to us. We haven't had to break up fights, or endure toddler tantrums. We haven't had to clean up a million toys all throughout the day and sweep the floors nightly from all the grass and dirt they bring in the house. We haven't had to do bathtime and the ever exhausting bedtime routine. We haven't had to fight with the kids to eat their dinner, or put their dishes in the sink, or to keep their hands to themselves. We haven't had visitors in our room in the middle of the night or had to go to anyone else's bed to comfort and assure no monsters are in the closets. The laundry is actually manageable this week. We've been able to watch grown-up shows, movies and eat in the living room. We've ran errands and went to a dinner party. We've had lots of grown-up conversations.
This week was simliar to what I vaguely remember our lives to be like prior to having kids. It was simple, quiet and relaxing. It is not our life. Something is missing.
In the end, we've missed the kids. A lot. And in the wake of last weeks tragedy, we miss them more than we ever imagined we'd miss them. We miss their hugs and kisses. We miss holding them and kissing them good night. We miss storytime. We miss Dora and Umizoomi and Mickey Mouse and Little Einstein. We miss them coming into our rooms in the morning to wake us up. We miss their humor, their laughs and their smiles. We even miss the chaos and tantrums.
And unlike those parents in Newtown...we get to see our kids tomorrow. And I can't wait to hug them and kiss them and tell them I love them.
Not that I ever needed the assurance, but this week has proved that I need my kids in my life...that having a house full of kids is what I was supposed to do. And the Conneticut tragedy reminds me to never take my kids for granted; to enjoy them everyday; to put down the electronics; to complain less...because as we all saw last week, they can be taken from us in an instant.
I will forever enjoy the chaos of my life with kids. I am blessed beyond belief.
And I can't wait to see Kahn and Olivia tomorrow.







































