Let’s talk about that 2 year age gap for a minute.

I really thought it was a good idea.

Some days are sunshine & rainbows & best friends. They play & laugh & snuggle & I feel like I’m raising good little people.

Other days it’s total insanity. The older one can barely process emotion and the younger is a complete tornado with no understanding of personal space or safety.

I honestly don’t remember much about bringing my second home. I was in a constant state of exhaustion, trying to potty train a new 2 year old while figuring out a brand new baby.

There were plenty of times where everyone was crying. Even the dog wanted out of there most days.

Now I can function (for the most part) but tackling any sort of public outing with both of them makes me need a three hour nap. There’s always a meltdown from at least one of them. Whining galore. 4 & 2 are ages of testing boundaries, learning how the world works, and making mama hella tired 😵‍💫

I love them. I love the crazy. I love the exhaustion (ok not really, but you get the point). I don’t love keeping the youngest from jumping off the top of a slide while trying to explain how God works and why the sky is blue to the older one. But it’s all part of it.

One day they’ll be 18 & 20. I pray they’ll be close enough in age to continue through life together, always pals, even long after I’m gone.

That 2 year age gap gets the best of me & the worst of me but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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