My youngest and final child is adorable.   I think God made him that way so when I was exhausted or wanted to cry from frustration I would see his face and melt.   It worked.   Since he has been born he has been quite a handful.   He is not a mean-spirited or rude child, he is just very busy and very stubborn (takes after his father).   He is the sweetest, smartest and quickest little two year old I know.     He is very affectionate and loves big hugs.

Since his birth he has been testing my limits in my ways.   He started by testing my need for sleep at the hospital.   He would sleep best on his mother, that's me, while I slept in a lovely hospital bed.    It continued at home in a really nice comfortable recliner and I believe that has contributed to my two herniated discs in my neck.     Even know two years later he is not a great sleeper.    He no longer sleeps in a crib because he has been jumping out of it for months.   He takes the opportunity to run into my room at night to sleep with me and his dad.    His doctor said get up every night for a week and walk him back, he will stop.     She has never meet a "Heneghan" because it has been months and he still does it.     I have learned to live on a few hours sleep each night for days, weeks and even months at a time.

Physically, this has been a very difficult two years since he has been born.    I have had a few things go wrong, nothing major thank you Lord, but enough to make it uncomfortable at times.      I have had to learn how to raise my four children, including this little angel below, not feeling my best.    Thank GOD for my husband, honestly, he is so patient and very caring with me and the kids.

I look at this picture below and would not trade my crazy haired child for a few moments of sleep or painless days.     I know that my little man Sam's arrival has taught me the meaning of prayer and faith.     Those two things got me through these first two years!    Everything has a purpose and thank goodness my purpose happens to be adorable.