Grateful

These days with both have been rough at points. Henri now 2 months and pretty much the sweetest, biggest baby. Yet it's been hot out, no AC, can't wear him for long without the poor guy throwing a fit (who can blame him?), so sleep has been tricky at times. Eli full of energy and ideas, not to be slowed down by baby brother. Finding new ways to bring dirt inside, do it all himself, and leave us worried every time we hear his little voice say "uh oh" from another room. Yet he's still happy to give out cuddles, share his blanket with Henri, kiss his daddy goodbye, and even clean up his toys (occasionally, but hey, he's learning!). So I'm finding my groove. Slowly. Snails pace slow but that's fine too. And I'm simply grateful for the dig pit that Eli is really into at the park. These chubby baby legs with cute booties on his feet. A dear friend to hold my baby and give me refreshing, good conversation. Grateful indeed.

He's actually happy just making sad looking faces!