Child #1: Age 7
I love having a daughter who is old enough to be quite helpful! We are both stubborn know-it-alls, so we still battle frequently {the thought of her teenage years scare me!}, but she is really blossoming in her oldest child role. She likes to help me cook, help Dad wash dishes, cleans up well when asked, and is very good about changing Bri's diaper and helping her get to bed. It's fun to have her reading and writing now too. Because then, I occasionally find sweet messages like this around my house:
Child #2: Age 5
Little boys are fun to watch grow up! He is happy most of the time, which brings sunshine to my soul. We just finished up a round of flag football, where he dubbed himself "The Touchdown King." Good thing he got his Dad's speed and agility and not mine! I just hope that he eventually outgrows his penchant for peeing on the fence outside! But I'm sure he will be teaching that trick to his new brother, who he is SO incredibly excited to get here, and who he has decided should be named Dash.
Child #3 (Age 2) & Child #4 (should make his arrival in about 5-6 weeks):
Here is my frequent view of children 3 & 4 these days.
My thoughts on these two? Last trimester pregnancy is not fun at all. Potty training is not fun at all.
What happens when you combine these two things? When your daughter pees her pants on your lap, but only a small spot of it gets on your pants, it is easier to pretend like it's not there than put forth the effort to peel the maternity jeans off and put on a new pair. Don't worry, once removed, I will wash them before I wear them again. Unless that's one more thing my pregnant brain forgets about!
