Morning musings

Tomorrow is my baby's birthday. So much has happened in two years. Two be came three. Lets hope three can become four. Turner changed Brad and I, all in good ways. Brad, my tough man, now has a softer side. He gets to be a kid again. Sometimes it feels like I have two boys instead of one. I have to break up fights, nag at both of them to pick up behind themselves, you know the stuff moms do.

Turner has turned into his own little person. He has clear likes and dislkes, even if I don't always know what they are. He acts more like his father everyday. This is usually a good thing. They love each other. Turner now screams "My Papa" if I try to sit in Brad's lap. I am still "My Mommy" but he's prefering Papa more everyday. I am lucky that "My Husband" is such a great father. The two don't always go hand in hand. Brad is patient and doesn't see Turner as a chore or burden, but as his buddy and his blessing.

Brad has been great the past couple weeks. I have been a little under the weather. He has pitched in around the house and helped so much. When I am cruddy feeling I wish that our families were a little closer, but they are not so we make do.

I am watching Turner move my file box up to the bookshelf and climb up to get his markers. When did the feat become possible? Probably around the same time speaking in sentences and picking out his own clothes happened. Scary how fast time flies once you have a child. One minute you are holding a sweet smelling newborn, the next minute they are walking, then telling you "No I don't want oatmeal".

I wonder if people with out kids realize how slowly time marches on? I didn't realize it before I had Turner. Now I am keenly aware of how it races by. He is bigger everyday. He knows new words or senteces and asks new questions everyday. My heart grows bigger with love for him everyday.

Brad and I are still growing too. I'm lucky that being parents together suits us. I try to be more patient with him and I think that goes both ways. My mom and dad stayed with us and thought that we bickered, a lot like my aunt and uncle do. I told this to Brad and he had the same reaction I did " What are they talking about? We never argue." I thought it was funny. We don't argue often but we do disagree. We are such different personalities it would be hard for us to live in the same house much less the same state if we tried to agree on every little thing. I guess we do bicker, but that's the way I like it.