Terrible Twos and a Newborn

So by the grace of God have I survived this past month. I knew it was going to be an adjustment for Savannah once Austin was born, but I underestimated how much of an effect it would have on her. I know every child reacts differently to things. When my little brother was born, I was excited and couldn’t wait to hold him. Depending on which way the wind is blowing, Savannah may or may not be excited about her brother’s existence. Some moments she’s announcing his diaper change while I’m changing his diaper. Other moments she’s trying to take down the Christmas tree or slap me because I can’t immediately give her the attention she wants. It’s all expected and I’m handling it with a lot of patience, prayer, and the occasional very stern mom voice.

But let’s throw something else into this lovely equation of going from one child to two. Savannah is two. And she’s in that sweet spot of being a two year old where all hell can break loose at any given moment and I forget to call on the name of Jesus and ask Him to take the wheel. She lets off screams at decibels that shouldn’t exist. She’s a tornado, hurricane, and tsunami all in one when making a mess. She’s a freaking bottomless pit who eats more cereal and chicken nuggets than a grown-up. She treats naptime and bedtime like it’s a capital punishment. And she tends to have monopoly on my iPad with ABC Mouse and on the television with Mickey and the Roadster Racers. Meanwhile, Austin is either noisily sleeping or noisily eating. My desire for a third child went out the window in my second trimester of pregnancy with Austin. But now that he’s here, the idea of making him a middle child has been obliterated! I’m thankful for my daughter and son.

I know one day I’ll look up and Savannah will be off to college and Austin will be asking if he can have her room. I know the days are long and the years are short. And as stressful as it can be raising tiny human beings, I wouldn’t trade any of these moments away for anything. Sure, I wish Savannah would be less of a daredevil and listen more. And yes, I wish she would stop taking my food, but one day I’m going to look up and she will a civilized human being who’s ready to take on the world. And a day will come when Austin sleeps through the night and he’ll be crawling behind Savannah trying to keep up. I’ll have to endure his terrible two phase and I’ll probably want to relocate him to his grandparents permanently, but the day will come when he’s a grown man with a family of his own.

One thing is definitely for sure though. I won’t be in short supply of writing material anytime soon!

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