Okay, so maybe I'm making that last part up in my mind because I'd like to believe it to be true for Bird and I as parents. He really is a better parent. Me, well, that's debatable.
You know what he was dressed up for this day? Tuesday. My sister (the amazingly talented photographer), just decided to do an impromptu photo session.
Check out her first Halloween costume.
I made that.
Seriously. Who has time to conjure up entire tulle and satin princess costumes?! Not me anymore, that's who.
Then along came my sweet Eva Grace. I LOVE this little girl. Sincerely, I do. History, however, may read differently when she looks at pictures.
Though she still has the sweetest little wardrobe, she spends much less time fancied up. I rejoiced the day we switched to cloth diapers because they could double as bottoms at home. The schedule is long gone, and she's the first baby that I didn't make an entire nursery up for. (And by make, I mean make. Like, the bedding and everything.)
No way would this have been even close to acceptable with Isaiah. No. Way.
In all reality, though, I'm much more patient with this one. I'm definitely kinder, more laid back. I spend much more time playing and less time stressing. I'm guessing that's also true of my mom. Because she is such an amazing mom.
To the outside world (and in pictures...) I'm sure I seem like a much worse mommy to the baby of the family. My prayer, however, is as I grow spiritually and in maturity, the memories of this sweet girl would prove differently, just as mine do.
I mean, who doesn't love a picnic...right?