What am I going to do with her?

Emmalyn = the most needy baby ever. She is not happy in her walker, her jumparoo, on the floor, in a swing, nothing. She is happy only when someone is holding her and a majority of the time it has to be me. Otherwise she either does a super cry or whines non stop. I love her to pieces, couldn't live without her, but wow does it make things hard to get accomplished. My tree... still not decorated. My room still not cleaned. My laundry.. you get the picture. I've tried to let her cry it out... and I've let her cry until she chokes and nearly gags herself to oblivion. I've tried toys. I've tried bringing her into the room I'm working. Nothing works and I'm at a loss. She was my last and of course I held her and held her... I swore I wouldn't but I did. This is the price I pay. I hope she outgrows it soon. I love being needed.. but she's a bit much. lol. I always tell Jesse if she had been born first, we'd only have one. She's so lucky God made her so blessed cute.

Right now she's crawling around on the floor and playing with her sisters... my opportunity to do something but alas.. here I am. I did do the dishes, clean the kitchen, clean the playroom and pick up the living room a bit. I'm about to go cook dinner so I guess I am getting some stuff done. Just nearly not as much as I'd like.

Other than that, same old same old around here. oh Ariel did start bringing home little readers from school... she reads them to me and I have to sign a paper saying she did... I have to say I AM SO PROUD OF HER!!! I can't believe what a little lady she's becoming. I can still so vividly remember the day she was born.. and now she's about to turn 6, reading, and talking about boys *gasp*. Where is my baby?

And Miss Clarity... she's a mess. She's an adorable mess. She's getting big as well but still so much a baby to me. I'm not sure why. Maybe because she still has some baby fat on her face and just really started talking within the past few months. Maybe I'm just a tad more protective over her being the middle child so she doesn't feel lost in the shuffle. I'm not sure. But she is my princess. My three year old, tantrum throwing, mess making, sit in your lap and give lots of cuddles and kisses, princess.

As much as my kids can drive me crazy.. I have to say... being a mom is what I was born to do. I love it with every ounce of my being. As long as they grow up happy, loving and respectful little girls... all the hard times when I question my ability to be a mother... will be so worth it.