No matter how many times I refer to Maria as 'the baby' she really isn't one. She is a full blown toddler, with impressive fits, climbing skills and plans of her own. There will be no more cuddling in the rocking chair as that interferes with being a toddler. (Well, in the middle of the night she will make an exception.) She is starting to talk and understands way more.
A lady at the store told me, "I bet you can't wait for her to potty train and be done with all that." She meant to be friendly but I nearly burst into tears. Be done with the baby years? I knew that time would come eventually, but I am hoping it's not here yet. I'm just getting the hang of it. If I could, I would go back and re-live the older children's baby years. I didn't appreciate them enough. When I say stuff like that to the kids, they just pat me on the head patronizingly and go back to their poker and cigars. (I'm kidding of course, but Dominic does walk around with a play dough rolling pin in his mouth telling me he is 'mokin' a 'gar.)
I am greedy, I admit it. After each baby I go to God begging for 'just one more'. I always imagine Him smiling indulgently. "There she is again. Peter, what do we have to send her?"
And it's amazing how many other greedy moms I know. My prayer list for 'just one more' is quite long. Please let me know if you would like me to add you to it. I intend to keep hoping and begging till there is no hope anymore. Then I'll start begging for grandchildren! God is so good, always.