The emotional roller coaster has not slowed down a bit. I find myself in a place of reaction to every comment about this upcoming birth and the spacing of my children whether the comment is from a friend or a total stranger. And, like last time, total strangers seem to feel somehow entitled to comment. This doesn’t surprise me, and it no longer offends me, but I do have a reaction. I find myself hoping that the person says something encouraging, and no matter what they say I try to find something good in it. When they say, “wow. you’ll be busy for a while!” I am desperate to hear, “But then it will pay off! A while is not forever! Close spaced siblings become great friends!” The most lovely thing said to me so far is in the vein of “I think a sibling is the best gift you can give your child.” Faris has said this over and over, and recently Bernadette did as well.
So, if anyone ever is at a loss for what to say to a pregnant woman, go with the totally positive, 100% supportive, glowing review of her capability to handle whatever is coming with a smile on her face, clean clothes on her body, a nutritious homemade dinner in the oven and time to spare for her family and friends. I am not kidding.
Sufyan and I went to the park this morning. The only word for the morning we had together is “beautiful”. This was one of the nicest mornings I have ever spent with anyone. We ate tacos that Baba made from home, we played the xylophone and drums:
walked along the mini-train tracks and he told me the colors of all the xmas lights that hung on it
(here he is saying “rrrrrred”)
These 2 photos are of my little man last weekend playing a game with me. He was pretending to give me a drink of tea from my bottle, but just before he put it to my mouth he would screw the cap on and I would pretend to be surprised. As you can see, it CRACKED HIM UP.
It’s been cold here in Austin, but just before the cold snap we got some warm-ish rain. In keeping with our family tradition of enjoying the rain whenever and however it comes, Sufyan and I went out barefoot and in pajamas fresh from a nap. I just like the colors in this photo.
Playing in Lucas’ playhouse across the street.
Panda is a favorite buddy and he has started to come on car rides with the little man. Now, I know that recent studies have said absolutely that he should not be forward facing until at least 4 years old (did you know that?) and we are going to turn him back around…but I do love to see him looking out the window and enjoying seeing the world as we drive.
speaking of bedtime, isn’t this adorable? After bath he and Baba brush his teeth and of course he does it himself. Look at those curls!
This is a month ago. He loves to find rocks and put them in my hand or in his pocket. Mostly this is a pic of my belly though. It’s much bigger now!
And here he is holding my hand, even though I really was just an irritation to him that day. I don’t know why, but this photo breaks my heart. It’s like I know it won’t last…and I do know that. I simply love him, love holding his tiny hand, love his toddler steps beside me, and for as long as I can I just want to drink it all in. Cheesy as it is, I see this view of us from behind, walking together, and I think that this is life. We just put one foot in front of the other and end up far from where we began. I was a baby once, too. I am sure I walked beside my own mom holding her hand at this age.
The one thing I don’t feel any regret about is staying home with Sufyan. I wouldn’t take that back for anything in the world. I can honestly say that I have made the most of our time as mother and son during these 22 months, and that makes me so happy. He’s 22 months today!