Still working on that birth story. It's about half done.
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It has been four years (exactly! today is a birthday!) since I last had a newborn baby, and I have been rather amazed at how much I seem to have forgotten. I feel very clumsy.
And sometimes I even forget that the baby is even born. I am walking around with laundry, or trying to teach math, and I look down and I realize -- hey! he's here!
That part that I was so worried about -- the going into labor and giving birth thing? I don't have to worry about it anymore, because it already happened. It's done! We are safe, home free.
And then sometimes I think:
Now all I have to do is NEVER HAVE SEX AGAIN.
I will probably get over that thought.
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I got over it four years ago, after all.
It helped that the newborn in question grew into a wonderful little boy whose first complete sentence was "Ank'oo make a dinner, mama."
Who skipped right over the so-called terrible twos and also the usually-more-deserving-of-the-word-terrible threes.
Who likes to randomly compliment strangers in the grocery store on their pretty earrings.
Who has latched on to the fact that his first name means "lion" and who with his dad likes to play "daddy lion and baby lion." Then he is a baby lion who can only meow for help. But who, other times, likes to roar.
(And scratch with his Sharp Claws. Only in fun, but those claws can hurt.)
Who idolizes his big brothers, and who willingly rescues his princess big sister from dragons, and who, we are pleased to discover, is thrilled to have a new baby brother that he can "kiss on the nosey."
Who loves going out in the snow with his dad even if it is -17 F and dark.
It's a good day for a birthday. Especially since it's grocery-shopping day, which means I can outsource the cake.
Wonder if the grocery store will have a lion cake. I will figure something out.