Well as of a couple of weeks ago it is "official" that Dillan is our last baby. There are plenty of reasons why we decided that two children was a good number to have. They have their own bedrooms, we have a boy and a girl, and the world just seems to be made for multiples.
I had always planned that I had wanted four kids. Matt had a differing opinion on that though! He had only ever seen himself with two kids, and would often tell me "When you have more kids than parents you just end up with trouble." I'm sure that there are parents out there who agree with that and many parents who would suggest otherwise. My grandmother had eight kids, I really couldn't imagine living in today's world with that many kids and I have a lot of respect for those who had/ have that many. It would take a lot of patience and a lot of work to make a family like that run.
I am still coming around to the idea of two kids. Mostly because I am so aware that he is my last little baby. Everyday I see how quickly he is growing up. The pile of clothes that he no longer fits just keeps getting bigger and bigger! Today I was holding a friend’s baby who is only six days younger and she still seemed like a baby. Even though Dillan is only three months old he seems much older. Already has around 15 pounds and fits anywhere from size three months to size 9 months clothing. Most of his shirts are 6 to 12 months on the tag. It makes me sad to see how quickly he is growing.
Yesterday I told a friend that I thought she was lucky that when her little one was a baby that she had no idea that he was her last. She begged to differ with me on that, and now I can understand her point of view. In a way I AM lucky that I know because I can pay extra attention to the moments that I want to remember and the keepsakes I want to make sure not to let go of. I'll just have to make sure to hug both of my kids extra tight, before I know it they will both be all grown up!
A friend had this posted on their Facebook page and I had to share:
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow; for babies grow up, I've learned to my sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep; I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
post written March 9 2011 moved from previous blog