Late Night Ponderings

I'm up late...

but I'm getting used to that these days. There's just something about the last few days of a pregnancy (at least in my cases) that make sleep seem unimportant. If you ask me, I think the body should be signaling the brain to say

Hey, get it while you can because soon you won't be getting any sleep...

But obviously the opposite is true--- at least at night. Because ask me to sleep just hours after getting up and I'll have no problem fulfilling your wish! Ah, go figure!



So here I am,


NOT sleeping like I should be,


and thinking of my sweet baby who is about to be dethroned! My tiny little Boushka has been the baby of the family for nearly two whole years. How it's even been that long.... I don't really know!




Just look at her face. Doesn't it just warm your heart and soul? Well, my heart and soul are certainly warmed.

My husband and I both swear that Peach's first two years were never this fast. Not that they dragged on by any stretch of the imagination--- they just didn't happen quite as fast. And to serve as a reminder, just 6 weeks after her second birthday Peach welcomed her 2nd sister into the family. It seems that should have made time go faster, but it's just not so!

We had three babies in just two years. My older two girls had hardly seen their first birthday before they welcomed a little sister. And our third daughter, Bug, got to be the baby for 18 months. When I was due any day with our fourth girl, I remember having the sad oh you're not the baby anymore feelings for Bug. It was certainly stronger for her since she was a whole 6 months older than her bigger sisters were when they got their new sister.

But OH, this little Boushka is nearly two! These sad feelings of losing my baby are a bit overwhelming at times. Of course, each of them will always be my baby. But there's just something about that dethroning that makes it hard. I guess it's guilt, but whatever it is I know I'm just trying to soak up any of our time alone together!

We have Tuesday and Thursday mornings to ourselves. I've been making it a point to get out and enjoy these last moments we have together---because I know before too long she will have company.

At this sweet age of almost 22 months, I want to remember so much about her!


The way her eyes tell me an entire story as she ventures into new territory.

Her golden brown hair that bounces off her sweet little shoulders.

Her smile that is part tease and part innocence.

The expression on her face as she discovers something new!

The sound of excitement in her voice as she says "Loot mama, a tat! A tat!"

I just love watching her try something new...



And end up loving it! The whole time she spent on this swing she was just giggling and laughing her time away.



And this tunnel proved to be quite fun as well. She loved crawling through it and seeing me on the other side.


And it's moments like this, where it's just the two of us, that I will keep near and dear forever. Of course the same goes for all of my girls--it's just a fact of life when you live with a large family. Each moment you get alone with any of the babies is precious. And a huge part of why I blog is because I want to remember these moments for always!