I'm discovering that life with two children is quite different than life with one. Take yesterday, for example. I went out yesterday morning to a Bible study with the ladies at church. First, I put the baby in her carseat. Next, I put Lael's coat on her. Then I looked around. I had a toddler, a baby in a carseat and a diaper bag to get to the car in frigid weather. What to do next? I momentarily thought of hefting the toddler onto one arm, dangling the carseat from the other and slinging the diaper bag over my shoulder. I envisioned struggling to get the back door locked and the garage door unlocked while carrying everything. I quickly dismissed the idea as I saw myself floundering around and falling down in a heap of children and luggage. So I grabbed the big kid and my keys and took her out to the car. Then I ran back around the house and grabbed the little kid and the diaper bag and ran back out to the car.
When I got to church it was the same but vice versa. I grabbed the little kid, set her inside the door of the church in her carseat, then went back out and grabbed the big kid. I can see my pregnancy pounds melting off of me as I write!