This boy...he keeps me on my toes all day long.
He is adventurous and inquisitive and hilarious and exhausting and cuddly and a bit high-maintenance
all rolled into one adorable package.
I admit, this stage, as darling as it is, is the hardest for me to feel contentment as a mother.
Especially since Maxwell started waking up all through the night again a few months ago and has yet to consistently sleep through the night again (*sob*).
One minute he is charming me with a spontaneous hug
and the next he has emptied cupboards and is screaming at my feet.
One minute I am gushing over a new word he learned
and the next I am hearing the telltale sound of books being ripped to bits.
It's all a bit of a roller coaster and it's hard to feel like I can give my other children sufficient time
when he demands so much of it.
A few weeks ago we decided to go to a favorite park on a Saturday morning for a picnic.
The boys gleefully spun around on the merry-go-round and stretched their legs to the sky on the swing.
They pranced around with pure joy, climbing trees, throwing balls, and rejoicing in childhood.
The brisk autumn breeze ushered in the new season
and Sam and I sat and observed with satisfaction.
Eventually I took Maxwell over to the duck pond
and there watched intently as he toddled after the ducks, reaching out to touch them as they quickly waddled away from his chubby hand.
His interest and enthusiasm were palpable.
The wind whipped my hair and I walked peacefully beside him, delighting in his wonder.
It was the perfect refresher I needed
to remind me of how precious this busy, exhausting, rushed time with my babies is.