The Bitty Princess' birthday is the day after Christmas. Worst birthday to have, poor child. When I was pregnant with her, I was so afraid she would come Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. I was thrilled she stayed put and came the day after. Until I realized the only thing worse than sharing your birthday with Jesus is how exhausted everyone is the day after and no one feels like celebrating you. Including yourself. Pretty sure as she gets older we'll celebrate her half birthday and have a party then, and just have cupcakes with family on the actual date. Bless it.
We've had quite a bit of drama lately. And while my siblings may disagree, drama is not something I enjoy, unless it's watching Her Highness on stage. Lightning nearly lost his eye while hiking in the woods at my parents' house. (The sparkler he's pictured with below has absolutely nothing to do with his eye's near death experience. It's just a cute pic of Lightning.) He bent down while holding a "hiking stick" and gouged himself, causing multiple lacerations to his left eye, and possible permanent damage to his eyesight. A trip to Children's Hospital ER and follow up visits to an ophthalmologist, and that kid has nearly met his deductible for 2014 already. Thanks to the Affordable (snicker) Healthcare Act, we get to enjoy a higher family deductible AND a higher premium. Good times. And then a few days ago, The Bitty Princess fell off my bed and we thought she'd broken her leg. A trip to the pediatrician, then the orthopedic office, six x-rays and 12 hours later, we learned she was fine and had no broken bones. So very thankful she was okay, but I'm pretty sure I heard our wallets' sobbing later that evening.
This kid right here... I have no words. Those lips, y'all. Gah! And the things he tells me... "Momma, yer pwetty and bootiful and I lub you and when I growed up I'm gonna marry you and take you to da sthore and buy you new shoesth all da time. And get you sthome new earringsth." He's my baby boy. And while I love all my children equally, I love them all so differently. And well, this kid right here has my number and he knows it. He's going through a terrible stuttering phase right now too. And as painful as it is to listen to him say, "Mmmmmm MOM, can can can can I g-g-g-g-go outside?' it also adds an element of adorableness to him that I can't quite put into words. I know, I know.. he's going to end up living in my basement and playing video games while I make excuses for him like, "He's holding out for a management position..." but I can't help it.
I really can't say enough about how much fun it is to have a big family. Maybe it's because I don't know life any other way. I am the middle of five children myself, so having six wasn't much of a stretch for me. But I will say this.. If you're on the fence at all about having another one, no matter what size your family is now, DO IT. More noise, more laundry, more crying, more money?? Well, yeah, there's that. BUT, more love, more fun, more hugs, more kisses, more memories. Completely beats out all the other reasons not to have MORE children. And no, this is not an announcement of any kind. I have absolutely no plans of birthing any more children. Six was the magic number to share with this uterus and wreak havoc on my body. I'm just trying to encourage more of you to join the whacky world of BIG family life. Come on in, the water's fine.
Unrelated to any pictures, yet a few thoughts in my brain that I'd like to add... I'm completely OVER winter. I'm currently obsessed with Hey Ocean's "Big Blue Wave." And trying to get back in shape in your mid 30's is depressing.
My stinker pots expect lunch soon, so I'll close this for now. Hopefully I'll see you all again in less than three months this time. Sticky hugs and sloppy kisses, Big Momma