Sleep.

It's 11pm and I'm lying on my couch with chloie asleep on my legs and Evelynne asleep on my lap. 

Today was nothing short of crazy. 

Eve was up til midnight last night and only took a short nap today. Chloie, on the other hand, fell asleep early and woke up early. Then took 2 naps. (Never happens)

My kids are rarely on the same schedule. 

So I am usually running on little to no sleep. 

I am worn out from the tantrums. 

I am worn out from making 50different breakfasts, snacks, lunches, and dinners, desperately trying to getmy two incredibly picky eaters to eat something. ANYTHING! 

I am exhausted from picking up and putting down kids. 

I am beat from chasing around a child who stole my lipstick. 

I am stressed from trying to catch eve as she tries to jump off or the kitchen table for the tenth time. 

These two seemingly innocent sleepers are chaos causers. 

They keep me on my toes. 

They keep me in shape. 

They keep me young and age me at the same time. 

But when I finally get both of them to sleep, I find myself wishing they were awake.

To hear chloie say "I love you, honey" one more time today. 

To see Evelynne's smile again as she dozes off. 

I can't wait for bed time most days. 

But as soon as it comes I can't wait for the morning. 

For chloie to run into my room and jump on my bed yelling "the skies awake! The skies awake! Mom! See the sun ate the stars!" 

Or For Evelynne to be wrapped around my leg as I make breakfast. 

And as worn out as I am I cannot, for the life of me, fall asleep.

My kids are holding still. They are snuggled up in my lap snoring.

And I love it. 

I don't want to sleep now, I'm enjoying the quiet perfection I'm witnessing. 

Sleep is overrated. 

Seeing the good

Little miss chloie has become her very own, unique, person. 

She is bossy, stubborn, smart, very vocal, sweet, and a little temperamental. 

Watching her personality blossom is so much fun. A little overwhelming at times but fun. 

She has become a backseat driver(red says stop! Turn here, no! not there, turn around) 

She thinks she's the boss (okay mom, go make you bed! And then make mine) 

She is a fashionista (oooo I love you tutu dress!) 

My favorite thing to see is her sweet side. She loves to give compliments. (Your hair is beautiful. I love your shoes. You're gorgeous...) 

I want my girls to be the kind of girls that compliment and lift others up. 

The kind of person I myself want to be. 

It is so easy to point out flaws and put people down. But, in my opinion, it is even easier to point out the good in people.

While I am hyper critical of myself, I choose to find something that I love about everyone. 

From their hair, or sense of style, to their ability to teach, or sing... Or whatever makes that person special. 

And I am thrilled that my three year old is already picking up on this. And honestly she's even better at it then I am!

She loves to tell random people how beautiful they are. She picks something they are wearing or even the sound of their voice and compliments them. 

She told a little old lady that she "loved her voice" the other day. 

I wish you all could have seen the look on that lady's face. Priceless. 

 

And the way she treats her baby sis, melts me everytime. 

She tells her things like "your eyes sparkle" and then gives her a kiss! It's the cutest thing I've ever seen. 

I must be doing something right..   :)