This is always the part I’m bad at.
The tell us a little about yourself question.
I always feel like I need to be witty and instead I end up just listing some things off about myself. I do like lists though. A LOT.
So here goes… a little about me and my stuff.
I am married to my high-school babe who makes me laugh more than anyone I know. He also makes me crazy, grumpy, and sometimes irrational. He also reads stories to our boys any night he can, holds my hand at the movies, and thinks I’m the greatest thing that ever happened to him. He’s right… but I’m the lucky one.
When we would talk about our future it always involved children and it was almost always going to be four. He has a weird thing with even and odd numbers… two wasn’t enough for us and three is an odd number so four it was. I choose that many because I wanted the chaos that makes up our everyday life. I choose this chaos (get the title now? heh? heh?!?)
I wanted a boy first, I think more than he did. I always wanted a boy first. I always wanted an older brother. We experienced a miscarriage before being blessed with him. I talk about how he rescued me here. He is a sweet, smart, sensitive little boy that thinks hard about everything. He wants to be JUST like his Daddy. Nothing would make me happier.
We knew we wanted all of our children to be close in age. So we didn’t waste much time working on #2. I also wanted this one to be a boy because I thought it would be so fun to have boys so close in age. They were destined to be best buds and always look out for one another when Mommy and Daddy weren’t around to do so. (If I haven’t said it or you haven’t read it… yes, I am a lucky lucky girl. I know this.)
He came to us in the calm of the night, it was quiet and peaceful. That night was about the only quiet and peaceful thing my middle-man has done since. He is all mine. He tests me like no other, and usually wins (much to my husbands dismay.) I can’t help it, yes I’m whining. Have you seen his eyes? And his hugs don’t come as freely as my oldest. They come out of the blue and so tightly wrapped around your leg it takes your breath away. His love must be earned, he and I have that in common. He wantsto be JUST like his big brother. Nothing would make me happier.
Then we took a small pause to enjoy our man-on-man defense. My family of boys was so right. We knew we wanted more but were ok just settling in for a bit. We turned 30 and started to take better care of ourselves… running, eating, and trying to get rid of all those really fun habits you wish you never started in high school. When we were ready it took longer than we were used to and long enough to cause us concern. Not long enough to count but long enough for us. Once it did finally happen it ended just as quickly. Another miscarriage, this time we weren’t so taken aback. That’s the crazy thing about experience.
Literally the next month it happened again and we were worried, excited, cautious. I was GROSS… grumpy, gross, and even more grumpy. Sea Bands are fake. We just assumed this new baby was a girl because the first two were easy-breezy. This was great. I was ready for a girl. It was what I always thought we’d have next! Read more about the story of July 8 when a blonde technician very nonchalantly offered the following statement “There’s two in there.”
Wait, what? Excuse me? Two what?
So this was new and overwhelming and exciting and terrifying and different and wait, what?
Not just two, but two girls! We often say that we were even more surprised by the two girls than we were by the two. Now they are here and they are ours and we are right. They make us all smile more than we did before — and we smiled a lot before.
Princess A has features we’ve never seen before and Princess B could not be more round. I smile just typing about them. They terrify me. I am head over heels for them. Having had the opportunity to be home with them this whole time is something I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put down in words.
Once I asked a mentor and co-worker of mine, don’t you think teaching makes you a better parent? (I was a high school teacher once upon a short time ago.) She looked at me, shaking her head, and said this… “Jamie, all I want my gravestone to say is that I was a good mother and a good wife. That’s the stuff. The rest of it just is.”
So, that’s my stuff. I hope you’ll stay around to read more about our choices and the chaos that comes with them.
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