This is Lily Marie. Let me tell you a little bit about our precious girl.
-She arrived february 11, 2012 at 5:37 am. She weighed 8lbs 8 oz and was 20.5 inches long.
-She is 3 months old and as sweet as can be.
- She is an amazingly good baby. She has pretty much been sleeping through the night since she was born. There were a few weeks at the beginning where she'd wake up once in the night but for the most part she always let mom and dad get 5 or 6 hours of sleep at night.
- She is a smiley and giggly little girl already and is super ticklish which I think is adorable. When she sleeps she will smile and laugh and I love it.
-She is in the 50th percentile all around except for her head, she has a big head like her brother, but we can't really tell.
- She loves her mommy and is going to be a mommy's girl for sure, which makes me happy because Logan is so in love with Preston. But I feel bad too because I can't always give her all of the attention that she deserves while I'm trying to tend to her very dramatic big brother. It's a trick trying to balance all the baby chaos at our house.
-She is already a drama queen. I'm afraid she is going to be just as dramatic as Logan when she gets older. Anytime she's awake she demands your attention and if she isn't getting it her little squeals let you know it!
 I'm afraid they both take after me :S My mom is convinced it's payback. However, dramatic or not we love them so much! She has been such a wonderful little addition to our family and we are glad she is here. We are however, ready for a nice long break from any more babies and ready to enjoy our two precious kids and cherish the time we have with them while they are little.

Logan holding Lily for the first time

Logan trying to give her kisses

Lily's favorite sleeping position... when she's not swaddled.

                                                                          

This is Logan. He is now 19 months old and has grown so much since I last posted. He is FULL of energy all the time and we love how talkative and independent he is becoming. Some of his favorite things to do are play on the new play set in our backyard (thanks grandma and grandpa), go golfing with Daddy, give his new little sister kisses and "hold" her, play with his trucks and cars, and watch his favorite movie which, ironically, is Cars.
 Some of Logans favorite words to say are:
Dad- "Daty"
Mom- "Maa"
Yes- "Yes" (except with a lisp, it's precious)
No- "No"
Truck-"kuck"
Car-"Caa"
Cracker- "Craka"
Button- "Butt-in"
Milk- "mmm"
Food- "nummy nummy nummy"
Slide- "Sli"
Dog-"Do.." and "Arf, arf, arf"
Cat- "Ca.." and "Moooow moooow"
Bike- "Biii"
Train- "Troo" (a mix of train and choo choo) 
Those are just a couple and he learns more and more every day. I can hardly keep up. Every word he says almost always sounds like he's ending it with a question mark. He's adorable, we love him and we are so incredibly blessed to have him in our lives.

Logan wearing Daddy's shirt

Playing in Lily's swing

Outside helping the big boys

Motherhood

Lately I have been struggling with the idea that now motherhood is what I do, its who I am, and is something that encompasses my whole soul. It is my career, my hobby, and all I do in my "spare time". I realize that I will never sleep the way that I used to, I can't go on outings with friends anytime I want, and there is no such thing as a "quick" run to the store. My life is revolving around everyone's schedule but my own. Nap schedules, eating schedules, work schedules, school schedules, bedtimes, dishes, laundry, and more. I love being a mom and a wife and I feel so blessed to be able to stay home and do these things, but regardless it is still hard. I'm working though, I'm working toward having gratitude for the diapers and sippy cups and nap times. I'm striving to be grateful for the life I have, even when it's hard.

 I am a mother. And through lots of sleepless nights and endless tears (not all my own) I have come to terms with that. I can't fit into a size 8 jean anymore but I can calm an upset baby. I might not be able to run a mile in under 10 minutes but I can wake up 3 or 4 times a night with a sick kid and still be strong enough to function the next day. Some days I might stay in sweats until noon but I get the enjoyment of playing with my kids and hearing them giggle from the moment I wake up, until bedtime. I may not be able to afford fancy clothes or nice make up anymore but I am happy with my drool covered t-shirts and spit-up stained jeans.  I have been thrown into adulthood by these tiny, precious babies. I have been forced to grow up, forced to realize that life does not revolve around me or my friends or what I want. It revolves around my family, their happiness, their comfort, and their safety. And for that reason, I will not feel bad about missing out on trips with friends, or feel left out when we have to come home early to put Logan and Lily to bed. They are worth it, my family is worth it. And I am not ashamed that motherhood is what I do and who I am. It is and will be the hardest, most challenging task I face in this life and I am grateful for it. I am proud to say that it does and will encompass everything I am for the rest of my life. I am proud to be a Mother.