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Having another infant in our lives has made me reminisce about Rhianna's infancy. I realize some of the things I worried about were silly and useless. I realize that it does, in fact, go by pretty quickly. But in looking back only about a year and a half ago, one question comes up over and over again, what did I think was so hard? When Rhianna napped, I could nap. When she cried, I could give her my full attention. When she did something cute, I was sure to capture it with a picture. None of these things are true with two children. When one naps, the other, inevitably, won't. When one cries, the other either starts, or is, ehem, climbing to dangerous heights and needs immediate attention. And I'm not sure what cute things Owen has done because, frankly, I'm too busy making sure Rhianna doesn't kill him by ramming his pacifier too far down his throat. (Ok, so that's not entirely true, he has done some cute things.)

Nonetheless, this is one of those times where I look back and can honestly say, I was clueless. Strangely, I don't now feel that I'm clued in, but I'm more aware that there are bigger fish to fry. When I'm at the end of my rope, with Owen crying in my arms and Rhianna throwing a tantrum on the stairs, I try to remember that no matter how hard I think it is now, it could be harder. Really, I count my blessings. I have two healthy, happy children, a warm home, food, and so on. And though we certainly have our hands full right now, we're managing pretty well.