BUBS ON A BENCH

Logan & Jack testing out the bench in Nanny's backyard.
Aren't they just yummy? I want to eat their chubby thighs!

I have been very busy & exhausted the last week, hence the late posting of our Seattle trip last weekend. Logan is working on two teeth (numbers three & four on the top) and Jack has had a cold that just won't quit. On Wednesday I was at Day 8 of NO SLEEP. I was less than pleasant, and I (honestly) think I even fell asleep for a little minute while on the freeway headed to pick up the boys after work. Finally (!!!!) last night they slept from 7:45pm to 7:30am. I am a different girl today, let me tell you!
Their first birthday is coming up (in two weeks) and I am feeling really sad. I know I should just feel grateful that we survived it, and happy that (for the most part) things should get easier, or at least be a different kind of hard. But instead I find myself not even wanting to finalize the details of their party because that would mean admitting my precious baby boys are twelve whole months. And I'm not ready.
Remember when they would fall asleep in my arms? Remember when I could bathe them in the sink? Remember when I could wear them both in my baby-wearing Moby? Remember when they would sleep together, bundled in their swaddlers, making sweet little newborn noises?
It seems like it all passed so quickly. I just need some more time to adjust. More time to enjoy them and their baby-ness.
Can I get an Amen?