We took our birthday boy (that would be Toby...Trevy's coming up soon!) to lunch today. Grams kept the littles so he could have quality blow-my-mulah-with-mom-and-dad time. That's what he wanted.
We were wrapping things up with lunch at Friendly's. Jonathan and I both noticed the cute little family that were being seated a couple tables over.
Mostly it was the little baby that caught our eye. He was SO cute. And made the funniest little cranky face. He looked around seven months. Which always reminds me...
Our eyes met over fries and buffalo chicken platters.
And suddenly...
I felt it. That little nibble deep inside. Visions of delicious swaddled up babies swirled in my head. And my heart thump thump thumped - you've always wanted a big family. Suddenly...I more than wanted another. I was craving another. In that way a girl feels down to her toes but cannot explain to her guy. So instead of trying...we just call it the baby bug.
Yep. Bitten. Again.
I haven't felt that way in...
Gee...
Four years?
I didn't think I'd ever feel that way again. Ever.
Weird. Huh?
But no worries though. We are SO done making little foltzies. Because shortly upon arriving home...visions of swaddled babies were quickly replaced with the reality of chasing a cheeky toddler around the yard. Which thank God is finally fenced in. But drat...who taught him how to open that gate?! And those adorable little papooses grow into big nine year old boys. Who frequently wad up muddy pants. And stash them in drawers. For mommy to find while putting away the clean laundry. And let's not even talk about Bristel's barbies!
Nope. We're done.
But it was kinda nice. Ya know. Feels healthy. To feel that feeling again. Like maybe. Just maybe. We're heading towards okay...
We were wrapping things up with lunch at Friendly's. Jonathan and I both noticed the cute little family that were being seated a couple tables over.
Mostly it was the little baby that caught our eye. He was SO cute. And made the funniest little cranky face. He looked around seven months. Which always reminds me...
Our eyes met over fries and buffalo chicken platters.
And suddenly...
I felt it. That little nibble deep inside. Visions of delicious swaddled up babies swirled in my head. And my heart thump thump thumped - you've always wanted a big family. Suddenly...I more than wanted another. I was craving another. In that way a girl feels down to her toes but cannot explain to her guy. So instead of trying...we just call it the baby bug.
Yep. Bitten. Again.
I haven't felt that way in...
Gee...
Four years?
I didn't think I'd ever feel that way again. Ever.
Weird. Huh?
But no worries though. We are SO done making little foltzies. Because shortly upon arriving home...visions of swaddled babies were quickly replaced with the reality of chasing a cheeky toddler around the yard. Which thank God is finally fenced in. But drat...who taught him how to open that gate?! And those adorable little papooses grow into big nine year old boys. Who frequently wad up muddy pants. And stash them in drawers. For mommy to find while putting away the clean laundry. And let's not even talk about Bristel's barbies!
Nope. We're done.
But it was kinda nice. Ya know. Feels healthy. To feel that feeling again. Like maybe. Just maybe. We're heading towards okay...
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And I hope you and your oldest had some great two-on-one time!!!
I have often wondered if Colby had been my first, would I have been brave enough to have a second?....I'll never know...I would HOPE so....I have great admiration for those who do choose to go down that road again....
At my ADVANCED age, I STILL get that feeling from time to time....No, I'm telling a fib....Like at least once a week...Probably because all of my friends are becoming grandmoms!
Now I am just praying that my oldest with get hitched soon and provide me with a few to swaddle...
Cyndi
Thinking of maybe, thinking about trying soonish, maybe!
kt x
Happy to read you're close-to-okay.
You've always been on my better-than-okay page.
Barbara