3.30.2010
3.28.2010
March, march, march
My favorite posts are those where I can look back at where I was, and see how far I've come. To look at what I was worried about, what I enjoyed and where I am now.
This is March 2008:

I was incredibly worried about keeping the babies cooking for as long as possible. I was terrified that my gallbladder attacks would send me into pre-term labor. The goal for the time being: stay pregnant.
(Can you believe I went 10 more weeks!?!)
I was happy to be ending my second trimester with two babies still growing in my ever-expanding belly. I was NOT happy to be on a low fat diet (I worried about how I would provide the nutrients my growing boys required), but I was happy to be taken off work. Bedrest was just what the doctor ordered... literally.
Fast Forward to March 2009:

I had successfully delivered two happy, healthy babies;
I had stayed home with them for five months;
and I had transitioned to "working mommy."

We were preparing for Spring Break,
spent in Moses Lake & at the coast.
The boys were 9 months old, crawling,
learning to clap & wave, knocking over towers,
and had become scared of the dark.
And finally March 2010:

Now the boys are nearly 22 months.
Their second birthday awaits us.
They are talking & signing, learning to take turns,
stacking their cups, learning their colors,
and enjoy being outside best.

I am still a "working mommy",
but there is a light at the end of my tunnel.
I feel more bonded to these beautiful boys
than I ever could have imagined.
And I find myself thanking God everyday for the journey
I have been on for the last two years.
Because despite its ups and downs,
it's been my journey.
And what a journey it's been.
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My favorite picture is the last one with Jack walking with his hands behind his back. My grandpa recently told me that his father & his uncle (my great grandfather & great great uncle) always walked this way, with their hands behind their backs. I think it's kind of cool to see a mannerism like that show up a generation or two later.
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