One Crazy Career

Mom of two. It's been over 3 years for me to be able to process that I will be/ am a mother. However, as mentioned before, I still have those moments of complete shock, "are these really my kids?". I'm not sure if that's normal, but it's honest.

So, sitting in my backyard, enjoying a wonderful picnic lunch with my two naked boys, I take in the picture: two bare bums on the cowboy blanket. One eating a brie and turkey sandwich, the other creating drooling pools over the poor quilted buckaneer's head. I check out the yard. To my left, a soccer goal, baseball hitting device, various sports paraphenalia--bats, hockey sticks, golf clubs, soccer balls, basketballs, etc. In the center, a Johnny Jumper hanging from the tree, a stroller parked loaded with toys, ready for a burly baby to sit back in it, and to my right, sand toys, an alligator pool, a tree swing, and a pair of new big boy underwear laying so casually by the bush now covered with 2-yr old urine. Is this really me? Is it really happening? Before I get overwhelmed with it all, Everett "toots" and Carter starts laughing so hard he causes me and Everett to get the giggles as well. This is my life, people. Two naked bums and a back yard filled with toys. Loving almost every minute of it.