Life Happens.

Life is what is happening right now. Don't let life happen to you, you happen to life. 

-Chris McLeod

Before we moved from Tulsa I saved that quote in my notes. 

Last night I felt like life was happening to me. The last couple of days actually. 

I've been stuck in a mom rut. 

Picture this: I'm awake, just after midnight, with Emerson. He has just eaten a bottle and thinks its time to get down and play. The fight between me wanting him to go back to sleep & him wanting to get down & play continues for over 3 hours. Since what Im doing clearly isn't working I wake Chris up. I feel like I'm about to lose my mind. 

I squeeze into bed, wide awake but so tired I feel sick to my stomach. Campbell is in my spot... & then I smelled it. I lean forward to take a closer whiff just to make sure, right as Cam smacks my face & yells "No, no, no. No poop!"

He's wrong. 

As I'm changing his diaper in the dark at 3:20 in the morning, he's now screaming "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!". I couldn't help but start laughing. Is this a joke? Is this really happening right now? Wait, its not funny anymore... Campbell's pjs & my bed are wet. Wet with pee. 

Just as I finish cleaning up the mess & climb back in bed with Campbell, so does Chris. I am thankful he got the stinker to sleep and freaking irritated at the same time that it only took him 20 minutes. 

I text my sister to break her the news that I will not be working out with her in the morning. Two & a half hours of sleep isn't going to cut it. Especially since I was up at 4:30 the morning before with Emerson, and 5:00 the morning before that. 

Why am I still awake? It is now 3:30am & Campbell is talking about Dinosaur Train. Maybe I am actually dreaming. I can hope right? Reality will smack me in the face in just a few hours... and it did. 

Here's to happening to life. Taking time to be in the moment & not just my to do list... or stressing about what I haven't accomplished on my to do list.
Sometimes that just means watching the boys live life. 

I will try harder to enjoy the moments when I would rather be sleeping, because although it is a cliche statement, I know in the blink of an eye I am going to wonder where the time went.
I am going to be wishing Emerson would let me hold him in the middle of the night.
I am thankful to hold him, always.

I am going to miss Cam sleeping so close to me I might fall off the bed.
I am thankful to snuggle him, always.

And little feet running down the stairs in the morning to find me will only be a memory.
I am thankful to be a mom. Campbell & Emerson's mom. Always.

Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.
-Dr. Seuss