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Sometimes babies hate sleep. 

And when your name is Charlotte Rose, "sometimes" more often means "all of the times." 

And that can sometimes lead to late night typing just to stay awake while a certain babe thrashes in your arms. 

And if your name is Kristin Rose, that "sometimes" means right now. 

Nic ventured off with one of our Uncles to see the new Fury movie tonight.  I'm fairly certain Charlotte just wanted to make sure I didn't miss out on any opportunities to snuggle up and not get any housework done. You know, cause I don't do that enough during the day.. Although the daytime "snuggling" part is more so playing referee and consoling various worries. But that's alright. 

Tonight, I don't mind at all. I'll kiss her little sweaty head and giggle at her occasional snores while I still can. Soon she won't need me to cuddle her to sleep, or pat her belly, or stroke her head. She won't need Nic to get up a million times* each night to replace her paci or fix her blanket. She won't need us to help get her through the night..

And while that sounds like a dream come true right now, we may actually come to miss it one day. Maybe not the broken sleep.. But being needed, wanted even... Yeah, we'll miss that. 

Wanna know what else we'll miss? Hudson running around in his cape. He's recently started insisting on wearing his super-cape for various outtings as well as just around the house. He runs as fast as his little legs will allow him and shouts with delight, "I'm flying, Mom!! Look! I'm FLYING!!!" And then he'll fake crash into the bushes with gusto. My word.. That little man. He makes me smile! (Sometimes.) (Okay. A lot of times) Our most recent public display of SuperHud was for our grocery shop a couple days ago..   He was so proud of it and he soaked up ALL the compliments like any SuperHero would, with a bashful grin from ear to eat and a high pitched, "thank you!!" I'm pretty proud to be raising a polite SuperHero.

In some of my weaker moments, or the heated moments (ahem, cue mommy rage for a toddler pooping on the front porch**) I forget. I forget that these days are fleeting and these babies are growing. In fact, they're not even babies anymore! I forget that one day my house will be empty and I'll be left hoping and praying that I did enough.. That I didn't somehow ruin them. That their lives would be a reflection of a wonderful, well rounded upbringing with loving parents who pointed them to Jesus at every opportunity. In any case, I'm thankful. I'm thankful to have the sweet moments, the ones where I can sit, breathe in their sweet scents and remember.. Even if just for a moment. These sweet little babes. They're hard work. They're exhausting. They steal my chocolate. But man, they're worth it. 

*obvious exaggeration but at 3am and he's out of bed for the 4th time for whatever reason, it feeeels like a million. 

**not an exaggeration.