Just one short year ago I was:
- starting to learn all the intricacies of my little 10-day-old boy
- living in a rented town home, listening to Under the Sea on the neighbor's piano too often
- thinking how big my new 2-year-old little girl was
- enjoying having my mom in town for a whole week; loving her playing puzzles, baby, and play-doh with Lizzy so I could focus on cuddling and nursing Henry
- not sleeping much at all
- making final arrangements to start building our dream home
- praying my dad would get the job at LES so they could move closer
- asking Lizzy every 45 minutes if she needed to go potty
- wearing Henry in the Moby wrap while pushing Lizzy in her little blue car on walks
- eating lots of pretzels, green grapes, and turkey sandwiches
- drinking a half a cup of coffee each day- all I'd allot myself while nursing
- astounded at how much more calm I was with the second little one
- keeping a poop/sleep journal for the baby
- texting on a non-smart phone
- accepting generous meals from many church members
- spending my time sitting in bed or in the recliner, almost exclusively
- watching Sesame Street with Lizzy (mostly Elmo's World, Abby's Fairy School, and Bert and Ernie)
- on maternity leave only 9 months after starting my new job
- still in shock/awe that Jon and I have two kids- the transition from one kid to two was just beginning to hit both of us
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