learning

Tuesday night was a pretty normal night at our little house, we finished dinner, watched our Netflix show, I was in my very comfortable (and unattractive) grey sweatpants and Boston was in the bathtub. I looked in the mirror for a minute to start flossing and Boston stood up and slipped on the soap. I swooped her up as quick as I could and wrapped her up in a towel. She was hardly crying so it should have been not a big deal... that was until she opened her mouth and blood came out; I don't do well with blood. Soon I began crying and getting nervous which made her cry and get nervous. I called my older sister, Alicia, and asked what I should do (seriously, blood combined with Boston getting hurt are not my strong points). She walked me through the best way to deal with it and reassured me Boston was okay so that I could reassure Boston she was okay. It ended up being fine after a Popsicle and some cuddles and I am completely aware it was mom who made the situation worse.... Seriously, my three year old, with the bloody mouth, ended up asking me if I was okay.... and trust me I am so embarrassed having to admit that.

It is so weird that your whole life you are one person, you are in charge of one person, and then one day you get sent home from the hospital with a whole new person to try to be in charge of. I have been a mom for three and a half years now, (that is crazy to me) and I feel like for the most part I have guessed my way through the whole thing and just wished for the best. Whenever a mom with a child younger than Boston asks for my opinion or advice on a phase their baby is in I feel like such a fraud giving out any type of knowledge I may have gathered in that field. I have started to realize though that baby's turn into toddlers, who turn into kids, who turn into teenagers, who turn into adults in that order for a reason... God knew what he was doing. You get to learn gradually how to parent and I am pretty certain in my own opinion the newborn stage, despite the clueless-ness and all-nighters,  was the easiest phase

This was the first time I changed Boston's diaper.... it took over ten minutes...she wasn't impressed.

I'm probably teetering on the edge of the dramatic side lately since with pre-school starting up last week I am having a hard time accepting that my baby isn't really a baby anymore and those days I loved so much are behind us and new and unknown moments are ahead. I'm typing this as I watch Boston sleep, her pretty big brown eyes are closed and she doesn't have a care in the world, and I'm just thinking to myself how lucky I have been. I have learned so much from her and she has been so patient with me. We kind have learned a lot together. She is never going to comprehend but I have learned just as much from her in these three and a half years as she has learned from me. 

XO:
Ashlynn&Boston
BRONSON
Holding hands and learning together.