Thank you, thank you for your kind words and great name suggestions yesterday. You guys are the best.
There were some names we haven’t considered and a few that I think deserve a second look. Hopefully after we meet her “we’ll know.”
Now that we are mostly ready, I’ve been enjoying slowing down a bit and taking better care of myself, but in the same turn I am also getting anxious. Up until now, I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to get antsy.
To try to offset the anxiety, I’ve been trying to soak up my kids a little more.
Yesterday, I washed the sheets and piled them in a big lump on our unmade bed. Reid couldn’t resist. He jumped right in and snuggled up.
Then…invited me to join him. Normally, I would give some kisses and hugs and then kick him out of the sheets so I could make the beds. But this time, we laid and talked for half an hour. I don’t know if this is normal for a three year old boy, but it’s normal for this three year old boy. He’s a talker and snuggler…I think he’ll be a good husband. 🙂 This is the same boy that, upon overhearing me tell my husband about my bad day, came up, squished my face between his little hands and said, “You are awesome Mom! I love you! Let me help you. Watch my cool jump! It’s so awesome huh?” Yep…he’ll be one of the good ones.
So we laid there, and he talked a little bit about poop, farts and bums and random boy things like that. I mostly listened, taking in his perfect little three year old features. Marveling at his little hands and long lashes…his perfect skin, how much he sounds just like Owen did at this age. Then he leaned over and told me he wanted to be with me “an ever!” Melt my heart.
As we leaned close to each other and wrapped our arms around each other, I told him I could hear his heart beat.
“Heart beep?” he asked.
“No, heart beaT” I said.
“Oh….Heart beep. ha ha!” he retorted.
Soon after, he hopped up and was off to play…with a toy fishing pole in the baby’s bath tub I might add.
I may not feel totally ready for sleepless nights, healing from another delivery, worrying incessantly about how many times someone else eats, pees and poops, but I can’t wait to have another soul to marvel over.
I am definitely lucky in motherhood.
And friendship. Thanks for the booties Amy.
I hope your day is beautiful. I’ll be back tomorrow with details from Owen’s 7th birthday party.