Archive for March, 2010

gifts for mommy

When Sean was a toddler, one of the teenage girls at church introduced him to the idea of picking little flowers out of the yard and bringing them to me. Ever since then, anytime he’s outside playing and happens upon a little flower (no matter how small), he brings it to me.

Ben picked up on the ritual once he was old enough to join Sean in his outdoor fun, and now it seems Jonathan’s joining in on it. A few days ago I opened the back door to find Sean and Ben with little flowers in hand, and Jonathan following close behind with one of his own.

I’m finding all kinds of benefits to being a mom of all boys, and I have to say this is probably one of the greatest. I’m pretty sure a little girl wouldn’t see flowers and think of giving them to mommy–she’d probably keep them for herself (I know I would have).


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getting ready

I’ve taken to doing things around the house to try to convince myself that baby #4 is truly almost a month away from making his appearance. Unfortunately, that plan’s not really working. Because when it comes right down to it, it just doesn’t feel like I’m already 8 months pregnant. Sure, I’ve got this big belly that makes it rather difficult to do things like get clothes out of the back of the dryer, or roll over in bed, or drain a pot of boiling water without pouring it all down myself (that one hurt). And yes, my back hurts when I get up from sitting for too long or when I sit down from standing too long, which most days makes me feel like I’ve been in constant motion from sunup to sundown. But aside from all of that, I’m having a hard time convincing my mind that D-day is really this close. I’m pretty sure when the nurse asked me at my appointment a few weeks ago if I had registered at the hospital yet that I looked at her like she had two heads. I guess I thought I still had months and months before I even had to think about that part.

And so, to convince myself, I’ve been making it a point to do things. Things like registering at the hospital. And getting all the baby clothes unpacked, washed and put away in the nursery. And actually starting to talk as if this baby is very much on his way. That’s all helped a little bit, but I’m finding that what’s helping me the most is listening to this baby’s big brothers: Sean, trying to figure out just exactly how old everybody will be when the baby comes, and just exactly when and what time of the year he’ll come, and getting more and more excited when he hears that it’s just weeks away; Ben, constantly oohing, aahing, patting and loving on my belly with all the excitement that could possibly be found in his 3-year-old self, and kissing the baby/belly good night when it’s time for bed; and Jonathan, finally grasping the idea that Mommy’s belly=baby, and not really caring about anything beyond that (except that Mommy’s protruding belly button is quite funny and makes a great toy).

Maybe after listening to these guys for a few more weeks, the baby’s coming won’t take me completely by surprise. Maybe.

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