Now that we’re all getting used to each other and a new routine, I have to say, I am loving our little growing family. I really have to confess, until recently, anytime I would see or hear about someone who has more than 2 children, especially young ones, or children closer together than mine, I would feel completely overwhelmed for them. How do people do this? But as I’ve adjusted to somehow managing a rather persistent and rambunctious almost two year old, and a fairly calm but still needy newborn for at least 8 or 9 hours a day, 6 days a week, I’ve realized that your capacity really does increase and somehow things just work out. It’s even made me think that not only might I actually be able to handle more kids down the road, I’m looking forward to it!

Another thought that keeps coming back is how grateful I am we decided and were able to have these little guys when we did. We were married not quite 15 months when JJ joined us, and just over 3 years when Cameron joined the party. To be honest, we really didn’t feel ready for JJ–I worried about being ready for such a huge lifestyle change and all the freedoms I would give up. Dustin would have liked to build more financial security. We were both pretty nervous about having what it would take to provide for all of the emotional and physical needs of a baby. But we didn’t feel like we should wait, and as they always do, things have worked out incredibly well. The boys have all they need and more and we feel incredibly more complete and happy having them in our lives. And now that I’m thinking about just how wonderful these sweet little bundles are, and realizing that my prime child-bearing days are numbered, I’m incredibly grateful they came when they did.

On that note, here’s a recent priceless moment with JJ:
Sunday morning, and JJ’s way over due for a bath. Not the top of my priority list lately, nor his. Suddenly his love of the bathtub has disappeared. But with Dustin home, I think it’s a prime opportunity to get that boy clean. After much coaxing, he finally agrees to “take a bathtub” with Dad. They are both in the shower, and Dustin is scrubbing himself clean with the poof when he smells something bad. He smells the poof, and can’t figure out what it is when JJ says “I dropped a poopie in a bathtub. get out, Get Out, GET OUT!” Without his glasses Dustin couldn’t see the little gift but get out he gladly did. Sure enough, JJ doesn’t lie, and it was more than just a little gift. Dustin earned his stars cleaning it up and disinfecting the tub and the toys, not to mention the blowout Cameron graced us with later that evening. What a guy.

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