Oh this little guy. He lights up my world every single day.
I still remember how shocked I was when we first found out we were pregnant again just five months after Pete was born. If I recall correctly, I think I went into panic mode for at least two or three weeks. There may even have been tears every other night.
But now look at him.
He is cheeky. He is feisty. He is independent. He is affectionate. He is cuddly. He is gorgeous. He is so cute. And he is funny as.
I couldn’t possibly imagine life without this boy.
He has been my baby for the last two years, but soon, in less than six weeks’ time, he will no longer be my littlest. Instead, he’s going to have a baby brother.
I still can’t wrap my head around this.
With Angus and Pete at preschool together on Wednesdays now, Jamie and I are finally enjoying our first taste of extended one-on-one time together. So far, it’s been wonderful, and part of me wishes that we could have more of these days together. But with less than six weeks to go until Edward arrives, I guess I just have to do my best to make the most of this time.
Tomorrow, we are setting up the new bunk bed in Angus and Pete’s room and in another couple of weeks, we will be moving Jamie in with the big boys. (I know that I was having second thoughts late last night, but I’m 95% certain we’ll be sticking to our original plan.)
Which means the end of an era.
For two years, Jamie and I have been doing bedtime together. Just the two of us. We chat. We read Goodnight Moon. We pray. I pull up his blankets. We sing. We hold hands through his cot. We chat some more. We blow kisses. And then we say ‘goodnight.’
Some nights when I’m tired, I try to rush through the songs, but he always calls me on it. Some nights he’ll make a fuss and cry and draw out bedtime, which then sends me a little over the edge.
But as the bedroom swap draws closer, there’s no denying the truth: I am going to miss our bedtime ritual so, so much.
That’s the thing with life. You can’t stop it moving forward.
But this I can do: I can hold my littlest’s hand a little tighter tomorrow night.
And if he asks me to sing “one more song,” I will.
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