This Week's Bests

Call me Stella, I think I may be getting my groove back.

Okay, that was awful and cheesy.  But seriously, I finally feel like I've gotten my sea legs and can decently maneuver this two-kid business.  I am getting a fair amount of sleep (thanks Ollie!) and my crazy hormones have evened out, so I'm feeling more level-headed and in control.  And because of that, I've been able to be more patient with everyone, including myself, and enjoy even the longest of days.

This week I've been able to slow down, take things a little less seriously, and soak up some amazing moments with my babies.  The best things this week have been:

• Nora's manners at the dinner table:  I kid you not, my two-and-a-half year old said this exact quote to me, in the most serious tone: "Mom, don't talk with food in your mouth...It will make your tummy hurt."  First off, I promise I'm not some gross person who talks with their mouth full of food, I was almost done with my bite!  And second, what am I supposed to say to that?  Haha, I mean she's half right, and if it keeps her from talking with food in her mouth... 
• Our Valentine's Day double date: I had a wonderfully simple Valentine's Day with my favorite people.  Nora and I made cards for Dad and the grandparents, I got a rose from my hubby, and then Taylor and I went on a double date to the Mayan Palace for some Mexican food we'd both been craving.  Only thing was, Taylor and I both brought our own dates.  His date kept trying to tickle him, sang the VeggieTales theme song multiple times and very reluctantly ate her taco.  My date slept the whole time.  It was perfect.
• About Time: Hands down, best movie I've seen in a really long time.  I'm a sucker for British accents, Rachel McAdams, and movies that make me cry, so of course I loved this one.  It was exactly the reminder I didn't know I needed.  "I just try to live every day as if I've deliberately come back to this one day, to enjoy it, as if it was the full final day of my extraordinary, ordinary life."
• Oliver sleeping on my chest: There is something so comforting about having a sleeping baby on your chest.  I love when Ollie is curled up on me--my own little heater, shamelessly snoring, and occasionally waking up for a few seconds, like he's checking to make sure I'm still in awe of him.  Like nothing else, it relaxes me, relieves my stress, removes some of the heaviness I may have on my heart.  I thank God every day for this kid.  :)

[It's amazing to see how much things change in a year.  I did a few 'This Week's Best' posts at the beginning of last year, what a difference! I'm hoping to make this a regular post again--you can check out the old posts here, here, here, here, and here.]