Zoe cries a lot. She is only happy when she is either being walked around in the baby bjorn carrier, propped up on her feet or held in an incredibly specific position that is near impossible to maintain. I’m literally writing this post as I’m walking her around in the baby carrier.
The biggest change this past year has been Max’s ability to communicate. It’s weird to think that a year ago he only knew a few words and could only communicate in one or two word sentences. Some days I can’t believe how grown up he is, then I’ll see certain things that remind me he is still our little boy-the way he sleeps with his bottom up and legs tucked under, how he cuddles up with us when he is sick, the way he pronounces “buh-lex-Ah” and even the uncontrollable tantrums that occasionally ensue when we give him breakfast on the wrong plate (definitely hope he grows out of that one).
So here’s the thing about having two kids: it’s hard. Aaron and I basically laughed then cried the first night home with Zoe when she started crying at 2 am followed 5 minutes later by Max waking up and crying. Needless to say we were all sleep deprived that first week, especially Max. Luckily, Max has amazing teachers at school who understood how hard it is to have a new sibling around and were extra loving with him (thank you Ms. Erin, Ms. Amie and Ms. Raven!).
Hi, I'm Bernice. I live in Virginia with my husband, Aaron, and our son, Max (born January 2015). I created this blog as a way to document the things I love: DIY projects, home decor, fashion and (occasionally) our adorable son.