And Erika…I’ve got a few months that are mostly a happy blur.
.-= Kristin Bair O’Keeffe’s blog …Catching Up… =-.

Yesterday on Facebook, a friend of mine with twins posted “Will I ever be able to eat a bowl of cereal again without sharing it?” As the mother of three boys seven and under, it’s a question I ask myself, often, but it was in reading her post that I realized–Yes! Yes we will. And when that day comes, we will heartily miss when we had to share it with our little ones.

Last weekend, I heard a new song by the band Carbon Leaf called “X-Ray” about a summer day in the life of an 8 year old boy. It was full of references to lightning bugs and locust shells and dogs running beside bikes. When I heard it, I realized it’s not until adulthood that those little things can be appreciated.

I think one of the things our children teach us is that all time is precious and temporary. It is a great gift to find the beauty of your moment–wherever it is–and revel in it. Doing so gives you two opportunities at joy and appreciation: 1) remembering the moment, and 2) enjoying it in live action.

Enjoy your day.

But I tell ya… every arrival can be as different as night and day and in between.

They were all born in different hospitals and cities (Alexandria, Dallas and Plano).

One was water breaking followed by inducing, one was typical labor and one was two weeks early with a C-section due to another issue.

No matter how many kids you have — you just never know how they will come into your world: adopted, birth or other.

I decide to have a cochlear implant (www.meryl.net/ci) right after my youngest was born. I wanted to see if he would sound different than the others did when I had hearing aids. Turns out — not much.

Thanks, y’all — for sharing your stories and for stopping by.

That feeling is SO true: “oh THIS is what you look like; this is what you feel like; well look at little you, suddenly here in my life, and now today is nothing like yesterday.” The funny thing for me is (and probably for everyone), I keep feeling that way about my daughter. Every time she changes in some significant way–like right now as she’s starting to really, really talk–I’m surprised and awed. “Oh this is what your voice sounds like.” I love it.

This morning when she woke, I asked, “What did you dream about?” I’m used to filling in the answers…”Did you dream about turtles? Did you dream about making pies? etc.” But this morning when I asked, she said, “French fries.” I’m still laughing.

Wow…your 5th. Congratulations (obviously a little belated).
.-= Kristin Bair O’Keeffe’s blog …Catching Up… =-.

Teresa

Congrats!

George
.-= George Angus’s blog …Vintage George – 15 Years Is A Long Time =-.