My oldest and youngest are exactly 3 years, 1 month and 28 days apart.
So right about the time that I was hitting my stride as a new parent of one little boy, I was pregnant with another. Then I had two little toe heads, the youngest just 9 months when I found out that we were pregnant for the third time.

Each time I had gotten accustomed, a new little boy arrived. Simon, the final boy of the family, the icing on the cake, is now one year old. Here's the funny thing, I'm feeling like I want another one. It's just so hard to say goodbye to the baby stage. He's so damn cute. I can nuzzle him and he can't complain or get away yet. But don't worry friends, that decision has already been made. This is our family. My husband has had the "snipitty do da" (vasectomy) done and this shop is closed for that kind of business.

Don't get me wrong, I do not wish to be pregnant ever again, although I am sure that even that will change as time goes by, and I romanticize the process. No thank you, I like having my body back. If it were just a few weeks, from start to finish, well I'd have 10 kids by now, it's just that whole nine months in between.

I try to remind myself that Simon, my sweet little angel will soon be calling me "peebrain" and "poophead" (a few of his big brothers favorites). This helps the urges to subside. Time changes everything I guess, and they are growing like weeds.

I love being a mother and I finally feel like I am excelling at it. Next year Ruben heads off to kindergarten and this will bring many changes, I welcome them. I continue to grow, and I'm learning how to have more fun as a mom, and not worry so much. I mean yes, they can fall out of a shopping cart and get a head injury, we've already crossed that bridge. Lukey ran out in front of a car that couldn't see him coming, thank God I got to him in time, but now that's water under Motherhood bridge.

I can't spend my life awaiting tragedy. Innocent people get killed, crazy things happen, but all in all I have it pretty good. Most days I feel like I'm running a marathon, but at least I know that nothing can break my stride.

E-mail this entry to a friend