A little over a year ago, we were a happy family of four without a clue that our world would turn upside down. We planned a yard sale to get rid of all of our baby stuff. And a week before the sale, along came news of number 3.
Little ~A~ turned 5 months this week and he has certainly stolen our hearts.
After being out of the baby game for 10 years, you forget all the little stuff:
- Their complete and utter helplessness to do anything at first. Luckily they learn quickly.
- The baby sounds: breathing, cooing, laughing. It melts your heart.
- The smell of curdled baby spit-up.
- Phantom crying: You think you hear the baby crying in the middle of the night only to get up and find him sleeping soundly.
- Sleep deprivation. (It gets better after the first month or so. But oh, that first month is a kicker.)
~A~ has some of his own uniqueness that he has brought to our family. He is very easy going and mild mannered little boy. He loves music of any kind. He’ll sit and listen to the older boys practice their piano. He’ll listen to me play my guitar (when nobody else can stand it). He loves it when you sing—so much that I just make up songs anymore and make up a tune, because I can’t think of any of the baby songs that we used to sing.
He laughs at just about anything his older brothers do. They make a funny face and it cracks him up. And ~K~ comes looking for ~A~ during the day, to talk to him and play with him just because he misses his company. Little ~A~ has his brothers wrapped around his little finger. They would do anything for him (except change a stinky diaper).
A year ago, I would never have believed that we’d experience all this again. But we are certainly blessed that God chose ~A~ to be a part of our family. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.