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It’s been a few months since we told her she is going to be a big sister this fall. From the second we told her, she has been in love with the idea. Before we even knew or were sure we wanted a second child, she was telling us she wanted a sister. That she wanted to take care of a baby. She picked a book out at the store, months before I got pregnant, that was all about being an older sibling.
She’s been a sweet nurturing little child since the day she began to show her own interests and independence. Always caring for her toys, talking about babies. Becoming a big sister seems to be something she was ready for, before I was even ready to think about it.
When I told her she could pick out some new moccasins and asked her to look at colors with me, the first thing she said was “I know! We can get her the same kind and we can match!!” She then proceeded to tell me all about how she would give the baby the moccs she had outgrown and she was so excited to know that her little sister would get to wear her shoes.She gives my belly hugs and kisses on a daily basis, and loves to talk about all of the things that will happen when the baby gets here. Sometimes she gets sad when she realizes she still has to wait a while. I’m really hoping this love, enthusiasm, patience and sweetness stick around once there is an actual infant around to care for.
This time she picked out pink moccs. Which worked out incredibly well as her grandmother had just finished knitting her a little sweater in a similar shade. She’s been very careful with her moccs, talking about how she doesn’t want to get them wet or dirty.
Now that it’s finally warm enough, she’s been wearing moccs to school every day. Year after year, they are, and have been, my favorite shoes to put her in. They’re clearly comfortable, and are great for whatever the day might hold. The way they mold to her feet after a little time is wonderful and I find we get far longer use out of them than any other shoe, as they grow and stretch along with her little feet. I love that these shoes look great with a dress when we go out to eat, or with shorts and a t-shirt at the park. She’s been able to get them on and off herself for years now, but they are so great for little hands just learning how to put on shoes. I honestly can’t say enough good things about these moccs, and often wish we had a pair in every color.
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We went on our first, albeit very short vacation in years. Her very first vacation. She absolutely loved it and did so amazingly well the entire time. I am having serious withdrawal wishing we would have had more then just two days away. I would pretty much cut off my arm to have a week or two on beach right now. She is missing the pool desperately, so much so that she’s currently in her wading pool in her underwear.
This little lady has been talking for ages about being a big sister. This fall she will finally get her wish, when we will become a family of four. She’s beyond excited, and says “it’s going to be a lot of work.” She’s declared that she’s going to help feed the baby, change diapers and give the baby lots of baby toys. I’m amazed by her kindness, by her excitement and her adaptability. I can’t wait to see her become a big sister, and see our family grow and change. I have a lot of anxiety too, the whole birth thing didn’t go so well for me last time, but I’m working on it and working towards finding some peace in the process. For now I’m enjoying her anticipation, and making the most of her last few months as an only child.
Finally, we have snow here in Wisconsin. For as long as I can remember I’ve always loved the snow, and this year, she seems to love it too. I have many fond memories of spending loads of time building snow forts. Her favorite game is to pretend she’s stuck and yell for help. Im hoping we get a few more good snowfalls before the winter is over so she can really enjoy it.
Growing older is a strange prospect. I still feel like an awkward teenager in so many ways (who let me have a house, a mortgage, a kid and a job?!), yet so vastly different than who I was just a few years ago. Time passes in an infinitely more disconcerting manner once a child enters the mix. And for some reason, every year that passes since I hit 30 seems a little heavier. Maybe because 40 is looming just around the corner and seriously I just cannot be closing in on 40. Fall has always been my favorite time of year, I think as a child because I knew my birthday was coming, the Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. As I’ve aged the smells, the colors and the crisp air have become my favorite part. I spend far more time outside in the fall than the summer yet somehow this fall I’ve missed out. So today, after her nap we headed to a conversation park within walking distance and spent the golden hour hiking around. I even took a few photos of the park itself, as did she. I’m beginning to think this kid is going to need her own DSLR sooner than I expected. She’s definitely the piece that keeps me feeling young yet leaves me feeling old at the end of the day. I’m hoping we get a few more days like today to squeeze in more of autumns magic.
She has been asking for a big bed for a while. She’s shared ours since she was three months old, and we decided to let her continue until she was ready for a change. As she’s been asking over and over, it seemed like time. For some reason, I got it in my head that I would build her a bed frame. So build it I did. It was simultaneously easier and more difficult than I had imagined. I used the pieces of her crib for the head board and bed rails. I also decided that her room needed to be painted and completely reorganized. The dog statues , were decorations I painted for her second birthday party last year. We keep adding pins to her fabric drawers, as she collect new ones, the newest from the heart walk this year. And the drawing of the little girl with the bunny. It was drawn by nurses in the NICU when she was an infant, and has hung on our bedroom wall since. I planned to move it to her room once she moved in as well. So finally it hangs in its rightful place. It’s followed her bedside from the NICU to the PICU, to our bedroom, and finally her own. As does the dream catcher made by my cousin, which hung above her isolette in the NICU as well. The ukulele was a Christmas gift from her Papa, a surprise for me as well, which brought me to tears on Christmas morning. And the animals, are souvenirs of her visits to the hospital, as she’s visited the gift shop on every trip. This kid has so much stuff. But it feel extra special to have her own room, completed , where she has spent the last week sleeping. Now I just have to stop worrying about her falling out of bed and sleep in my own bed again.
We went to the pumpkin patch today, the same one we visit every year, and she wore the same sweater she wore two years ago (somehow I can’t find photos of last year). She was so excited to pick out the pumpkins herself and even more so to arrange them around the yard once we got home. I love this kid, more and more every single day.