Because

"Everything happens for a reason" is one of THE most annoying, yet so often true sentiments people say to help someone feel better about the unfortunate happenings in their life.

Well, let me just say...

I think I know why God gave me a difficult child at first and I think He definitely had a reason. I'm just speculating here.

But ever since I begrudgingly switched to formula, sweet Baby K has been a good little napper and a happy little baby. My milk was irritating him- I'm sure of it. The past few weeks of this:



and this:



have made me forget about the awfulness of this:



and even this:



I've found myself worrying about him growing up and leaving me which inevitably gets me thinking about a second and even third child.

What?!

I know. Bananas.

Perhaps this is why God gave me a difficult child first so I wouldn't want to get pregnant again right away....so that when I start to forget how incredibly uncomfortable being pregnant is or when I forget just how loud a tiny human can scream, I'll reflect back on pictures or old blog posts and know that having babies is no picnic.

Because without these little reminders, I might just want to have another right away.

Because I just can't get enough of this sweet little man.



So.In.Love.