Sunday, January 4, 2009
Don't listen to a word I say.
Those were my instructions to Seth when Harry was born. Don't believe a word I say. I knew once the hormones started going haywire and life with two got crazier and crazier, I would become a little, shall we say, erratic. I told him, "if I tell you we need to put one or both of them up for adoption, don't listen to me. If I tell you I HAVE to have another one right away, definitely don't listen to me. In fact, go sleep on the couch." It's that crazy time again--Cute Baby Time. It's the six month mark. Fat baby, fat thighs, lots of smiles and interaction. It's the time when I think "oh, this CAN'T be my last time going through this. I HAVE to have another fat baby. I have to watch another one come alive and laugh and sparkle and interact and smile when he sees me." It's dangerous territory. Especially when said child is still not sleeping through the night (not even close, really). I mentioned something to Seth tonight about how great it would be to maybe have just one more. He happily reminded me that the only things i'm allowed to have a say in are what's for dinner and what he's wearing. Thank you, Seth.
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Too funny. There's certainly no reason you can't have another fat baby... just maybe wait a little longer this time. :)
Amen!! We've decided all talk of another is off the table until Harry turns 18 months.
Remember when you asked how anyone could have, say, 3 or 4 kids?! This is how!! LOL. You don't stop to wonder how you will get all 4 to their basketball games at the same time, 10 years later.
2 or 3 years is a good spacing. With 3 years, you can often have that one potty trained before you're back to diapers. I even had a 2 month break from diapers right before Daniel (#3) was born.
i don't find 6 months all that endearing... perhaps i love my sleep too much. i think 18 - 22 months is divine. words, play, hugs, kisses, walking, independence... and yet - still not 2.
Call me if you want a reminder of how hard the sleep deprivation and inconsolable wailing is. :-)
I love 6 months to 2 years, and I do feel sad that this is the last one I'm going to watch learn to talk. But I have to say that now that I'm nearing the end of nappies and sleepless nights, I have NO desire to go back!
Ha! i'm with your friend 'goes on runs.' (except that I never go on runs.) I'm finding six months to be the first time I wish my little bundle would get to the next stage ... she's not quite still a "baby" baby, but she can't yet get around and do things for herself. She feels a bit stuck in between, and it's frustrating for both of us.
Then again, if she EVER SLEPT (she used to sleep so well!!! *sob*), maybe I'd feel differently. >:/
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