Our son is due to arrive this week, and we are quite excited about it. While his sister arrived a week early, it appears this one will not be following suit. This is perfectly okay with us, as we are about as unprepared to bring our newborn home as we could possibly be! Okay, it's not really that bad, but it could definitely be a whole lot better. We have bought diapers, but I am putting off packing a "to-go" bag. His room is set up, but he won't be sleeping in it for at least a month... meanwhile, the bed-side sleeper I bought STILL has not arrived (despite its anticipated arrival date of 21-25 January).
The second child is definitely a different expectation from the first. While I was just beside myself and eager to meet our firstborn, I am silently willing this boy to stay put at least for another day. My mother arrives tomorrow night to help with toddler care and new baby care and exhausted parent care. Considering our current living circumstances (far away from nearly everyone we care about), it is reasonable to see why I would want him to wait. We are still, of course, excited to meet him. My husband, actually, is more excited this time because he is no longer afraid of fatherhood. He is the one who keeps telling me to go pack my bag.
Guess I should get on that.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
E is THREE!!!
Yesterday, my firstborn turned three. It is absolutely impossible to imagine the road we've taken over these past three years (nearly four, if you include the pregnancy too). Today we will celebrate with friends while enduring even more of her obsession with Thomas the Train.
She says things that embarrass us, cause us to laugh hysterically, anger us, surprise us, and sometimes all of that happens at once. She does things that infuriate us to no end, and she does other things that just melt our hearts. Her smile sends us over the moon; her (real) cry breaks us into a million pieces. Her fake cry annoys us. Her secret language baffles us, as does her command of vocabulary in English and even a little Spanish.
We just never know what each day will bring us, and we're reveling in this short period of time we have left with just her before our world changes again with the arrival of our son in (more or less) a month.
She says things that embarrass us, cause us to laugh hysterically, anger us, surprise us, and sometimes all of that happens at once. She does things that infuriate us to no end, and she does other things that just melt our hearts. Her smile sends us over the moon; her (real) cry breaks us into a million pieces. Her fake cry annoys us. Her secret language baffles us, as does her command of vocabulary in English and even a little Spanish.
We just never know what each day will bring us, and we're reveling in this short period of time we have left with just her before our world changes again with the arrival of our son in (more or less) a month.
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