Life of a mom

Thomas decided to wake up at 4:00 today. In the morning. He has had kind of a hard time adjusting out here, he's not sleeping well, he's getting his molars and eye teeth, and every little thing seems to cause a temper tantrum that lasts a lot longer then I ever knew a toddler could cry. And don't even get me started on the whining...he is so close to communicating himself but just not quite there yet. He probably gets just as frustrated with me as I do with him. I'm sure it's just a phase but lately being mom has been an especially hard job. And being away from my own mom, who I always went to see on tough days, is especially tough. 

Being a stay at home mom was a more challenging adjustment then I thought it would ever be. I went from working full time and going to school full time, always being busy and on the go, to staying at home all day long talking to a tiny baby boy, my only priority being to make sure he has everything he possibly needs. Sometimes on especially difficult days it has crossed my mind to question my decision and wonder if I'm even up for the task! I know many many moms who feel like this, but it doesn't make me feel any less guilty for having a hard time with the "hard days". And a lot of times people don't ever warn you about how difficult of an adjustment it can really be. I saw this quote the other day and it really hit home with me: 

I have read this multiple times already this morning, whenever my grouchy baby falls on the floor rolling around when something doesn't go his way. It's funny how he can be so tough and in the next ten minutes do something so adorable that I almost forget all about what happened previously. He is more important then any job I could have out in the real world. I know I am so lucky to even have the opportunity to be home with him. JT works really hard to let me be home, and when it comes down to it I know it's where I'm supposed to be. 

This picture sums him up perfectly. He is trying so hard to be independent, he is only one and I already feel like I cannot force him to do anything! Through all of IKEA last night, he was only happy riding like this. Throughout the whole store and out to the parking lot. If he was moved, put in a cart, or we tried to hold him he would lose it. Which resulted in a lot of stares from other people. He is hilarious and adorable and knows what he wants. He rarely cuddles but when he does its a quick hug or kiss out of the blue. His sad, tantrum face is the cutest thing I have ever seen, I'll have to try and get a picture of it soon. And even though I lately want to pull my hair out on a daily basis, he is the best thing that's happened to me, and I'm so grateful to my Heavenly Father for blessing us with a child that I have learned so much from.