Re-mincing!

No one get concerned that I just had a premie... this is a blog about my 2 year old Sami and these are her first born pictures.

I was loading pictures up to order them so I could continue my quest on catching up with my scrap booking, when I continued to wander past the pictures I needed to get loaded up (which are way before we had Sami, before we were even prego, i am really behind) and I started looking at how it was when we first had her.

I can honestly say that back than I had no clue what I was in for, I just knew that I had been around my sisters and there kids when they had newborns and thought, you feed them, change them, put them to sleep, love them what more is there... Well in my 2 years of being a mom, there is a lot more to it. And I know it's not going to get any easier. In some ways I am sure it will start, Sami will start to more and more talk and understand what we are saying than comes in the lessons she will learn when she doesn't obey and how best we are going to communicate with her and so we can hopefully not have a big brat that no one wants around ever and a polite little girl that just is cute (wishful thinking I know). I can honestly say that some days I feel helpless like I am not doing a very good job when she goes to bed and I haven't brushed her teeth, or the fact that she eats hardly nothing and is still growing, but I think we have done a pretty good job. She doesn't get away with murder she does like to play with her self and doesn't always need mom and dad to help her but along with that I have learned that I can't just expect that she will know how to do things.

I am proud of my little girl and that she is growing and getting stronger and getting so smart. I was super proud this morning when I get out of bed and we are having family prayer before Dave left for work and I just sat on the couch and my husband kneeled and she looked at me strange and patted my knee and than pointed to the ground. It's amazing what soaks in, but I can't blame her for knowing that because every morning it's the same thing, the same ritual so repetition is key of course.

I can't believe how small she is... she was 6 lbs 15 oz... look at the wrinkles in her feet! I seriously can not believe that she came out of me.... wow! Amazing it surely is! Except for my fat arm, I love this picture. Notice how her onesie is baggy on her when it is a premie... she was so tiny... Here you can really tell how tiny she is... wow!

On with my life lessons as a mom...

I have learned that she doesn't need every toy out there but she does need toys to peek her interest, and i can't assume anything any more because just when I think she doesn't understand she surprises me full boar.

Last night among my husband snoring and being able to sleep with it, I had dreams about Daphne and how it was going to feel being a mom again. My cousin Kurtis asked me yesterday what I was having again and I said another girl. And he says so they'll be just a like or something like that I can't remember, and I said I imagine they are going to be 100 % different. And I have started telling myself that in some ways they will be the same but in other ways very very different. When we first found out we were having another girl I can honestly say I was bummed but for future reference don't ever tell my daughter that... I soon came to realize that it was going to be very different, that I was going to have two girls but they weren't going to be the same, and so being a mom of two girls is going to be just as much of an adventure as being a mom of a girl and a boy. No I look forward most definitely to having 2 girls. We are taking a major 3 or more year break before we have #3 and so I will have so much time to get to know these two girls and there differences.

Well speaking of changes... Sami is awake from her nap which she told me she didn't need and I can either wait a few minutes and see if the crying stops... or go get her while she is crying and hope that the mood doesn't keep up! I am bummed her naps are no longer 2 hours I am down to an hour... oh man!