Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Katrina, Read This in Three-ish Weeks

When the new little one is fussing and wailing and fussing and wailing in the wee hours of the night, I'll remember that Ryan used to do still does that (albeit occasionally).

When the baby must be held precisely at dinner-making time, I'll remember that Ryan outgrew still adamantly fits on that perch of a (former) hip (and now belly).
Dinner making chez Harrington circa tonight.

When the newborn doesn't give me a moment of privacy, I'll remember that Ryan gives that freely in exchange for a mess somewhere and everywhere.

Okay, okay.

When all of that and more happens, I'll remember that I look back and dearly miss those nights of tired pacing, dinner making with a Ryan-peanut on the side and one-handed Olympics even though they may still be happening, toddler-size. 

Motherhood. It is a mystery.

1 comment :

  1. When my now-17 year old was almost two, and I was HUGELY pregnant with his brother, he was STILL bringing my the sling so I would "hold" him. I actually went and bought a 2nd sling because I was afraid he would have a total freak-out if he saw the interloper in HIS sling. But somehow, he grew up when I was in the hospital and he was my "big" boy when I got home with the new baby.