Happy Friday!

Yesterday, Caleb was being wretchedly disobedient. After keeping my cool for a very long time and continuously repeating my requests, I finally told him that if he did it again ~ “it” being one of sundry rotten things he did yesterday! ~ I would smack his hand.

That kid looked me right in the eye and repeated his naughtiness.

So I walked over, looked at him, smacked his little hand, then reiterated that his behavior was unacceptable. He pouted for a second, then came back with, “Don’t hit people!”

Ohmigoodness, I almost died. He’s so stinking precious! It was very hard to keep a straight face. When my own dictates come back to me at such opportune times, it’s tough to remember why I was upset with him in the first place!

The doctor told me I couldn’t get up with Gavi every two or three hours anymore at night. I agreed with him that it was about to knock me out, but I needed a professional to tell me it was okay, because it feels like I’m the worst mom in the world when I let him cry. So the good side is that by making him wait four hours, I feel more confident making him wait three hours during the day! So not only have I gotten a little more (guilt-ridden) sleep in the past couple of days, but I’ve been able to get more done during the day because I’m not stopping to feed him every two hours and pump a few times a day as well!

Good news for me! Jonathan’s Florida trip coincides with my mom’s spring break! So she’ll be able to watch the kiddos for me for a few days while I join my hoosband in the state we met! And another good news, slightly less spectacular, but sooner: my parents are going to watch the boys overnight so Jonathan and I can stay at a hotel for a night to celebrate our anniversary! We haven’t stayed at a hotel together since I was pregnant with Caleb. I LOVE HOTELS! Jonathan gets to go all the time, and I try not to be too jealous.

Seven years of marriage. Two kids. Many more (of both) to come. It’s good to be alive.