Oh, I think (hope) he'll do fine; he is excited to meet the baby in Mama's tummy, but there have been several 'precious moments' lately that I have paused and savored and I know that once new baby arrives - my time with Jack will be cut short.
Will I still be able to lay on the floor and play cars or puzzles or Thomas the Train with him? When he says 'Mama, cuddle me on the couch' (a.k.a. cuddle with me on the couch), will I have the time? When he begs for One More Book at bedtime, will I be able to?
Yah yah yah, I know I'm not the first mother to bear a second child. I know that it will all work out and our family will be bigger, richer (not monetarily, haha, but in everything that matters), louder, full with more love, full of chaos and lots of fun. I know it. I know it. But I'm still holding these last few weeks of just Mama, Daddy and Jack close to my heart.
He's practically all grown-up now. Did you know that he said good-bye to the frog potty and climbs on top of the big potty like a little adult? That he peddles his trike up and down the sidewalks for hours on end? That he likes to play 'waterpark' in the sink when I'm not paying attention and spray water all over the kitchen floor? He said that his new little sister (he is sure baby is a girl) was going to come from the post office. Interesting, huh? He told me that he wants to grow up right now to play basketball with the teenagers at the park. He likes to bring Tom a beer from the fridge, along with the bottle opener. I didn't teach him that. Nosiree, you know who to blame for that one. He likes dirt and worms and looking at the 'matos (tomatoes) in the garden with Daddy. He thinks an Angry Birds band-aid can fix any owie. Every time he sees an open garage, he tells me it's a garage sale and demands we stop. He is excited for pre-school. He calls any person under 4 feet tall 'my friend'. He's just... awesome.
|He had surgery for trigger thumb a few weeks ago. Never even cried!|