Having babies is a team sport...no, really!

No, really - I am referring to the consummate teamwork it takes to raise two kids, as Aaron and I are finding out. I'm in front of the computer, attempting to carve out five minutes for myself, (oh wait, I have a baby at the breast while I type) and Aaron is putting Big-A to bed upstairs, shortly to crawl into bed to sleep himself as he is working ten hour days right now.

Needless to say, I saw him alone for about five minutes as he came downstairs to say goodnight, and as we joke, we guess we will get more than that together in about two weeks or so, after Little-A turns the magical six-week corner.

I am not complaining, just realizing it takes some pretty major pillars of strength to keep things afloat, jovial, (happy, even!) and with a sense of humour through these early days, weeks and even years. That being said, I wouldn't trade it for the world, and as friends of ours will shortly welcome their third child under five, it reminds me that not only are some people crazier than Aaron and I (we are stopping at two, thank you VERY much!) but that the rewards far outweigh the sleeplessness, diapers, whining, crying, midnight bouncing, bleary swaddling, and grumpiness!

At risk of sounding like too much of a Mary-f**ing-Sunshine, I am still, still, STILL in bliss and so in love with these boys of mine - I sit at night feeding Little-A, looking around our house, listening to my two other boys snore gently, and think that this is really, REALLY where I am meant to be.

Cool.