Don't get your hopes up--baby's not here yet. But I had to record this conversation I had this afternoon with Sean. He was sitting on my lap and had pulled my shirt up and we were watching the baby wiggle all over my belly and the following conversation ensued:
S: Mommy, what he doing in there?
M: He's wiggling and squirming all over.
S: Why he wigglin' and squirmin' all over?
M: Well, why do you and Ben wiggle and squirm?
S (with eyes big and round): Mommy, this belly has toys in it?
I love that kid. He's such a great big brother already and he can't wait to be one again. Soon, hopefully, very very soon.
Showing posts with label baby #3. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby #3. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
plenty of boy clothes already, but...
I think baby #3 deserves at least one outfit to call his own! And he shall have it before his debut in June.
Another little boy. I have to say, I'm not surprised, I'm not upset, I'm not disappointed--never was from the moment we found out on Friday. In fact, I find that the more I think about it, the happier I am that we'll have yet another little man in our growing family. After all, with boys as fun and cute and just plain boyish as ours, who couldn't be happy to be getting another one?
And yet I get the feeling that so many people are surprised that we're not disappointed, or they are readily disappointed for us. Even the ultrasound tech apologized when she told us we were having another boy. I think part of it is because most people assume that three kids is our limit--it's not, we've always wanted four; and I think another part of it is that people assume we must be tired of raising boys and ready to move on to something else--we're not, and the little boys we do have are so vastly different that we're quite looking forward to seeing what this next one will be like--they're not little clones by any stretch of the imagination.
No, I can't say I'm in the least disappointed to be a mother of boys. Quite the opposite, actually. I've always had a vision of what an ideal man is, and what every man should be, and it doesn't take much observation to see that the world needs more "real" men--desperately needs them. And I'm thankful that God's giving me the opportunity to help teach at least three little boys what it means to be a man. And I'm especially thankful that they have a living example of godly manhood in their daddy, who I can easily point to and say, "That's what it means to be a man."
Do I want a little girl? Absolutely. I long for one. But if the Lord never blesses me with a daughter, I can honestly say that I will be more than happy with my crop full of little men.
Another little boy. I have to say, I'm not surprised, I'm not upset, I'm not disappointed--never was from the moment we found out on Friday. In fact, I find that the more I think about it, the happier I am that we'll have yet another little man in our growing family. After all, with boys as fun and cute and just plain boyish as ours, who couldn't be happy to be getting another one?
And yet I get the feeling that so many people are surprised that we're not disappointed, or they are readily disappointed for us. Even the ultrasound tech apologized when she told us we were having another boy. I think part of it is because most people assume that three kids is our limit--it's not, we've always wanted four; and I think another part of it is that people assume we must be tired of raising boys and ready to move on to something else--we're not, and the little boys we do have are so vastly different that we're quite looking forward to seeing what this next one will be like--they're not little clones by any stretch of the imagination.
No, I can't say I'm in the least disappointed to be a mother of boys. Quite the opposite, actually. I've always had a vision of what an ideal man is, and what every man should be, and it doesn't take much observation to see that the world needs more "real" men--desperately needs them. And I'm thankful that God's giving me the opportunity to help teach at least three little boys what it means to be a man. And I'm especially thankful that they have a living example of godly manhood in their daddy, who I can easily point to and say, "That's what it means to be a man."
Do I want a little girl? Absolutely. I long for one. But if the Lord never blesses me with a daughter, I can honestly say that I will be more than happy with my crop full of little men.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
happy holidays!
I've always loved holidays. Some more than others, but holidays in general nonetheless. And I love them even more since we started having kids, but it's not simply because celebrating holidays with children makes it even more enjoyable. That's true, yes, but for me there's something more.
It's a little known fact, but Chris and I have found out we were pregnant with each of our kids on a holiday. We found out we were pregnant with Sean on Memorial Day, we found out we were pregnant with Ben on Valentine's Day...and now we can add Halloween to the list. Yep, Baby Huntley #3 is on its way and should be here around the end of June!
So, this means that...
It's a little known fact, but Chris and I have found out we were pregnant with each of our kids on a holiday. We found out we were pregnant with Sean on Memorial Day, we found out we were pregnant with Ben on Valentine's Day...and now we can add Halloween to the list. Yep, Baby Huntley #3 is on its way and should be here around the end of June!
So, this means that...
- I'm about 10 weeks along
- the baby (as of last week) is about the size of a large olive and all of its internal organs are already formed
- there will be 20 months between Ben and this baby just like there is between Sean and Ben
- I have 7 months to get Sean somewhat interested in using the potty, and then completely and fully potty-trained, because as much as I don't mind having 2 kids in diapers, I refuse to have 3.
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