Mother's Day Kind of long.. I’m about to be real here.. I knew I wanted to be a mom when I grew up, and for as far back as I can remember, that’s all I EVER REALLY wanted. I loved my dolls when I was a little girl. I remember pretending they were real babies, as I’m sure most little girls do. I loved real babies and I wanted to hold them whenever I had the chance. I loved babysitting and was lucky enough that there were a couple families, that for a time, I was a regular for. After I got married, our first calling in our first ward was in the nursery. That made me super baby hungry, and despite the fact that we had already talked about waiting a couple years, I just couldn’t. So, by the time our 1st anniversary rolled around, I was 6 months pregnant. Rylie was a dream baby. Very ideal as a first. So easy going, mellow tempered, slept really well at night. We could not have been happier. Or so we thought. A little over 2 years later, Alyssa was born. She was probably the cutest baby