We learned about a month ago that my brother Missionary Man and his wife were expecting their second child. Its exciting and sad at the same time. Exciting because I know how much my brother wanted to be a daddy, and how good he is at it...sad because they are so far away with no signs of coming home for a furlough any time soon. The truly ironic part of it is that her due date is 2 days before BB's birthday. Their firstborn was due on my birthday, and was born in their time zone the day after...but because of the time zone, he was actually born the day of! Needless to say, we're hoping the baby will wait those extra days and be born on BBs birthday.
Tiny Princess is rapidly growing...like a weed in fact. And I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that she is already trying to roll over (she's 14 weeks old, so its not early), and wants to be up. Whether its sitting supported on a lap, or in her bouncy seat, she does NOT like laying down unless she is eating. And that's hard for me, because I know that right around the corner is sitting up, crawling, and before I know it, I'll be taking her to her first day of kindergarten. This is hard for me because BB thinks 2 is enough...I want more...just not quite yet. Maybe this time next year we can start thinking about it again...I just know that I loved being one in a big family. We always had people around, were always having fun, singing, playing games, and I never felt left out, or less special...and somehow, by the time my folks had me, they had the whole parenting thing down to a well-oiled machine. I knew exactly what was what. There were no episodes of testing my parents. I had seen them in action enforce the rules with my brothers, so I knew it was of no use. I also actually respected my parents, and admired what they had accomplished.
Captain Chaos is already looking more and more like a little boy, not a toddler, and definitely not a baby anymore...its bittersweet to see him growing up. Mostly because I remember how excited we were the day the test said "pregnant" after 3 years of heartache, yearning, and many, many visits to many different doctors and specialists.
I suppose I'm also feeling a bit sentimental today because I had to pack up all the size newborns, 0 -3 months, and some 3-6 months clothes for Tiny Princess, along with all the adorable little onesies from last summer for Captain Chaos. We just bought 4 tee shirts in size 4T for him...and his 2nd birthday is still 6 weeks away! I'm having mixed feelings about his non-readiness for potty training...on the one hand, it's a pain to have 2 in diapers, and expensive...but on the other...he's still going to be dependent on me for help for awhile longer yet. He's so independent...
The other reason I'm feeling sentimental is because a good friend just lost his wife. Their children are my age, and so were not peers in the normal sense of the word, but I sang with their family in choir and on praise teams at church. She was a neat lady, and had scleroderma, so we knew it would be sooner than we'd like it, but not quite this soon. Their daughters both just had their first babies (one of the girls had twins) this last year, but how weird it seems to me to think of my own kiddos growing up without knowing their grandparents. I was blessed to get to know those I had left while I was growing up. BB's grandparents actually moved to Oregon about a year or two after his folks did, so they were always there growing up...and he saw his RMs folks each year when he'd go to visit her. Of course, I also expect my children to grow up knowing their mom and dad are married. To each other...not someone else...but that's because I've been there, done that...
Well, enough rambling for this morning, now its time to get back to work...straightening up the house, in the hopes that our housekeeper will show up this afternoon...at least if she doesn't, all I have to really do is wash the floors, and dust. I vacuumed yesterday and it can wait until tomorrow if it has to. The bathrooms were cleaned on Friday, and all the trash and recycling is ready to be picked up today. The animals are fed, the kids are dressed, and its almost time to feed Tiny Princess again.
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