So life is starting to settle into some semblance of normalcy. A routine is starting to come together. Even in the midst of chaos, I'm starting to feel more at peace about having two kids. I don't panic when I have to take both of them out by myself. I can manage lunch dates and stroller rides and nap time without falling apart. So, thank you, Jesus, for that. It's amazing how every child is so unique... Brooke wanted to nurse herself to sleep. Even when she was done eating, she would "pacify" herself for hours if I would let her. Chloe finishes eating and pops off. And it took me several weeks to figure out that she wants to be rocked to sleep. Brooke HATED rocking even as a newborn. She preferred bouncing or any other form of movement. So anyway, the glider is now in the living room and is being utilized for what feels like hours every day. And mommy loves the cuddle time with my little girl. :)

I think one reason life seems easier now is that I had to deal with Brooke having shots, teething, and getting a sore throat... all in the span of two weeks. I couldn't figure out what happened to my normally happy little girl! She would wail for no reason and throw tantrums (the loud, high-pitched screaming, throw herself on the ground kind!) for every little thing that didn't go her way. It drove me crazy and made me feel so sad for her all at the same time! Poor Matt... I'm fairly sure he WANTED to spend 10 hours working every day... but work has been slow, and thus, he was forced to spend most of the day at home with Miss Drama Queen. Fortunately, his work seems to have picked up and Brooke seems to be all better. So life is good.

A couple nights ago, I woke up to Brooke wailing in her crib. It was 4:45am. So I went to check on her and found that she had somehow thrown her "blankie" overboard. She absolutely can NOT sleep without that ratty blanket. So I found Brooke on her hands and knees, staring through the slats of the crib, and sobbing while trying to reach her blankie. How sad is that?

This week, God is teaching me to be content no matter what the circumstance. My kids, my husband, my friends, my looks... none of these things can satisfy. I can only find contentment in my relationship with my Father. So cliche... we hear it all the time. But so true. If I look to Matt  for my fulfillment, I will be disappointed (not that he's not a great husband but he can't be my everything). If I determine my satisfaction by how much weight I lose in a week, then I will be disappointed (sometimes I want to throw my scale out the window in disgust). But God will never let me down. He's love, He's joy, He's peace... everything I need in this life. I'm not promised a perfect life; just a perfect God. So, yeah... life is good. :)

My firstborn is awake and playing patiently in her crib. Nap time was less than an hour and a half, but I will be content anyway (and will enforce an early bedtime). So I'm off to read My Cuddly Puppy for the ten thousandth time... and enjoy my Sunday of rest. Hope everyone reading this is enjoying their Sunday as well.