Brief Moment of Panic

On Saturday and Sunday mornings I have the kids all to myself. This used to frighten me, but now that Isabella is on a schedule and TJ has become even more independent, the situation has turned from panic to delight.

I enjoy my time alone with my kids. I often put Isabella on the floor and let TJ talk/read to her. She loves him and it is apparent by her constant smile and giggles when he talks to her. He is ALWAYS in her face and she doesn't seem to mind. Scooter is even learning to like her. Scooter never showed any dislike towards her, but when we brought TJ home he was always with TJ. Scooter could really care less where Isabella is, but he will still follow TJ to the ends of the earth....dumb dog!

This past Saturday I had Isabella on the floor and was working on her physical therapy (she has some tight neck muscles) and TJ sat down beside her on the blanket. I had this brief panicked thought of, "Holy crap. I am responsible for these two. What was I thinking bringing two lives into this world?! How am I going to raise them to be polite, God fearing, respectable members of society?!" I had to remind myself that we have managed to keep TJ alive and safe for 3 years. He is polite and well mannered and just darn cute! I guess "faking it till you make it" is working so far with parenting. I just hope that I don't fail my kids in the parent department. At times I feel like I know what I am doing and other moments I feel like I have no control and no idea what I am doing. I guess every parent goes through that feeling so I shouldn't panic. It still amazes me that these two are mine!