Today you’re no longer a baby anymore. I know that young people, like you, always want to be older and wiser. How 10 sounds like magic when you’re 4 or 30 sounds like serious shit when you’re 10. I know. But I am way over that 30’s now and I can tell you that growing up is nothing fancy. It’s normal. It’s something that just happens because life is made that way. So please, don’t hurry. I know you want to run after your sister and play along with her or tell us how you feel with thousand words or drink wine and eat spicy food. And you will. In a while. But for now, you’re still my baby. With cheeks to die for, eyes so gentle and kind and the best wet openmouthed kisses. Your smell is my guilty pleasure, your body weight is my workout and your you is my luck. And we’ll celebrate that today. Big time. Happy first birthday baby girl!
This girl is a champ. But she’s having a tough time being 4. School used to be something magic when she was still at daycare. All the big kids said their happy goodbyes en left for school. And all she wished for was her fourth birthday, and then…
One year ago today I found out I was pregnant again. It was a wish that was never really thought trough. Is it ever?
When the test was positive (and Mr. husband a continent away so not able to calm me) I stressed out. What was I thinking?! Already two beautiful and healthy children, finally sleeping through the night, able to travel… Next to that, no support system, not the youngest anymore. Why on earth did I want to put what I already had on the line?!
One year later. I have another love of my life.
P.S. Photos are taken one week after he was born. Look at him! A serious case of you think you remember, but you don’t. I love the magic of photos.
My fourth Mother’s Day. The first as a mother of two. I’m lying in bed as we speak. After a pretty good night sleep. F slept from 22:00 to 4:00 and J didn’t wake up in the middle of the night screaming for me (she already did that at bed time when it was B’s turn to bring her).
We often mention our similarities, Vie and I, but of course and thank god there are many differences as well. And I’m happy to report I recently came up with a new one for that list.
I like being pregnant. Rephrase: I love being pregnant! Hormones vs. me: 0-1.
Ok, let’s not even mention that first trimester, but after those first weeks of being sick (and in shock… Because talking and dreaming of adding a third to your perfect and why not complete healthy, little family has nothing to do with actually being pregnant. So I found out.) its glorious.
Hello from cloud nine! I mean yeah it’s pink up here. Like really PINK. Every time someone asks me how we are doing I tell them we’re good. Great actually. A perfect family of four. J isn’t jealous. She adores her little sister like she’s always been here with us. F sleeps like a baby. Only one drink a night. And I can run the stairs and play hide and seek again. So halleluya. But we all know there’s no such thing as perfect or pink only. Thank god for that. And because I like to think of myself as some kind of god or goddess I’d like to tell you the truth about cloud nine.
Because I’m more 40- than 30+ you always get some extra tests when you’re pregnant. One of those tests can also tell you the gender of your new addition…
I have never been the person who can handle surprises well (please people, NO surprise parties for me!) so yes, we wanted to know! Because even if I do know gender, the baby, its looks and character and everything else are still a big surprise. It just makes it a little easier to prepare. And with that I mean shop.