I’ve noticed something about my sweet Joey over the last few days. He’s generally MORE content and calm the more hectic that things are. Maybe it’s cause he’s the youngest, or maybe it’s because it’s just his personality. He’s such a sweet baby, I’m just loving being his mother. He doesn’t really cry much, in fact Aiden does a lot more even at 3, than Joey does. If Joey needs something and I’m not able to come right then he’ll cry for a minute and then stop for a few minutes, and this cycle just continues for a few minutes. Don’t get me wrong, he LOVES to be held, and I go to him the first possible minute I can, but we don’t have to listen to screaming the whole time until I can get to him, which makes him easier to calm once I get to him. Not that Aiden is terrible, he’s just very intense, he’s just a different person.
I think it’s very charming that Joey’s middle name, Merlin meaning “Sea Fortress,” fits his demeanor so well.
Today in the grocery store I received one of the nicest compliments that I’ve ever received. A woman approached me and said “You’re just so sweet with your children, what a sweet mother you are.” That totally made my day. I usually feel like the grouchy mama telling Aiden he can’t have everything, and trying to keep the noise level to a low roar. Granted before she walked up to me I was marveling at how smoothly things seemed to be going. Joey had started crying so I’d gotten him out of his car seat and was balancing him against my shoulder as I gathered the things I wanted. Aiden was screaming for balloons, and luckily was somewhat understanding when I told him “No” and tried to redirect his attention.