I'm always amazed how this having kids thing is so much better than I thought it would be. And given that I expected it to be life-changing in the first place, that is really saying something. One of my favorite mommy blogs quoted it perfectly . . ."It is nothing short of a miracle to witness the culmination of your cells happily breathe life right before your eyes. And having a front row seat to their wonder of the world is nothing short of pure bliss."
Pure Bliss Times Three.
The weekend started out on a rough note. Towards the end of the week, Drew bear wasn't feeling great and on Friday afternoon, his fever rose to a whopping 104.4. Upon hearing his temperature, I ran out of work like a crazy person, barely stopping to grab my purse or tell anyone where I was going. I hate it when my babies are sick. I hate the feeling of helplessness; especially when they look up at you with sweet watery eyes as if to say, "Mommy, please just make it better."
We rushed our feverish boy to the ER and thank goodness, his fever broke shortly after we arrived and shortly after he puked up the contents of his stomach on Daddy. We were so relieved to be discharged quickly with only simple instructions to administer Tylenol and Motrin as needed. We took it easy this weekend and snuggled our Drew bear to make him better.
Since the weather was nice (and because we didn't want to take Drew to the pool or around other kids), we created our own waterside in our backyard.
While baby Evan took a snooze . . .
And then continued his snooze on Daddy's chest.
This right here is one of the reasons I LOVE having a baby . . . there is nothing in the world quite like having a little one all curled up on you snoozin' away.
We had planned to attend a birthday party on Saturday, but since Drew wasn't feeling well, Daddy and Owen went to the party, and Mommy, Evan and Drew stayed at home. We made our own fun playing outside and watching movies.
Since I had quiet time alone with my oldest and youngest boys this weekend, I couldn't help thinking how quickly time is passing. It makes me sad to think that my firstborn is already 3 1/2 years old and is ready to begin pre-school and go out in the world, not as a baby, but as a little boy. It makes me ache thinking that in only one week, Drew is going to start a new school, meet new friends, have a new teacher, and begin a whole new series of experiences. I suppose the reason it is sad for me is because as a baby, I was responsible for his every need, and now, only 3 1/2 years later, he no longer requires as much from me. At only 3 1/2 years old, he is already an independent, smart kid with opinions of his own. You pour your soul into your kids, hoping every thought and feeling of goodness and love seeps into every bone in their body so that they feel it...so that they know it...so that someday, when they are 3 1/2 years old and are starting pre-school, they will be equipped with everything they could possibly need to thrive. You'd think that Drew was starting college with the way that I have labored over this pre-school decision.
You'll do awesome my Drew bear. I can't wait for you to begin this journey.
And speaking of time passing, can you believe that my little Evan is already 7 months old? I can't believe that it has already been over half a year since this little one entered our world and captured our hearts with his sparkling eyes and sweet, chubby smile! His size is wonderful and dare I say, might just be my favorite age of the first year?!
Evan is twenty pounds (only 75% percentile on weight . . .strange, I thought) and very eager to begin crawling. It is a joy to watch him propel his head forward with the hope that his legs, arms and belly will follow. Not just yet, my little one. But you are getting very, very, close.
Well, it is off to bedtime and another week. I'll leave you with a photo of our Owen, on the phone, calling Grandma Patti. He paces back and forth and appears to have engaging conversation with the imaginary parties on the other end of the line!
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