I walked into the kitchen the other day and caught Maisie putting her empty icy wrapper into daddy's back pocket while he was doing the dishes. I said, "Hey, where does that go?" and as she continued with her business she responded "trash". When Adam turned around to see what she was doing, she quickly ran out of the kitchen. I envy her sense of humor.
I went to pick up Calvin at karate last night to find him doing a kata routine for Hanshi. His movements were so precise and even when I caught his eye he didn't miss a beat. When he finished Hanshi came over to him and put a second stripe on his Green belt, one more and he can test into Brown belt. I envy his dedication.
At one time or another we've come across that glowing pregnant woman either standing in the grocery store or chasing after her children, the ones that might as well be frolicking through a field of daisies...I can guarantee it wasn't me. And yet, I envy those women that make it look so easy.
Someone asked me if I enjoyed pregnancy and I said with all honesty, "I try". And I do, I genuinely try to enjoy the miracle that is growing inside me. Even as I type and I feel my little one kick and roll and stretch, I'm trying really hard to enjoy the precious moment even if it prevents me from typing. With each of my pregnancies it always seems to be the most uncomfortable times that I cherish the most, or maybe it's just that I remember them the most. There were many times while I was driving when my son would suddenly get the urge to use my rib as a lever for his foot so he could stretch. My daughter would get the hiccups almost every day (cute right?), however, the constant repetitive thumping only made me nauseous. It was these moments that made me wonder, how is this fun? But these are the moments that I look back on and I distinctly remember who was who in the womb.
Even as babies my two have made their mark as individuals. There are many times when I say, "Calvin would never do that". With the 11 year old, I sometimes think the umbilical cord is still attached and yet I truly believe that Maisie took the scissors right out of the doctor's hands and did it herself. Will this new little one follow in his big brother or sister’s footsteps? He will have two very high energy, dominate personalities to compete with...it's no wonder I'm looking for names with the meaning "serenity", "rest", "comfort". The third child is usually the mellow one right?
I didn't know how I could love another child the way that I loved my first but it's amazing how much more your heart grows for the next. Calvin has a unique life that is sometimes filled with challenges and yet he is always so optimistic and loving. Maisie is this spitfire, she just knows exactly what she wants, something that took me 20 something years to figure out. We pass down our hair texture and eye color, maybe even our nose and we hope that they take on only our good traits. We don't often think about the traits that will set them apart from us. The ones we envy, that make us proud and wonder "where did they get that from". Adam would argue that my daughter is just like me and Calvin's OCD problems are obviously from my side of the family. So, yes if this one is mellow then I'll just take the credit for that as well. One thing is for sure, they are all very loved.
We're so excited to welcome baby boy Bruce to the clan in February 2011.
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