Thanks for Coming

As I sit here and start to blog about what has been on my mind today the sound of pitiful crying (fake crying I might add) rings out in the background.  It's irritating enough for me to want to make a subject change- but I am sticking to my first thoughts.  "Juice!" she just cried out.  Or was that "Shoes!"  Not sure.  She is actually crying over shoes that she wants to wear in bed over her footed pajamas.  Her dear older sister is doing her darndest to find her the right pair.  Nothing works with footed pink PJs this season.  Not the white ones, or the red ones, or the boots, or the pink Crocs (those are right out!).  Poor two year old girl doesn't know what she wants.  It's a problem with 2 year olds.  But this is not my topic...

Earlier tonight she was being so sweet while we were watching our latest Netflix movie rental.  (Porco Rosso it was so thumbs up!  We are really into anime movies lately.  Have you seen My Neighbor Totoro?  It's fabulous!).

As I said we were watching our movie and it wasn't that interesting to Baby Girl so she decided I would be her play-thing instead.  She was climbing all over me, putting chap stick (her favorite food and accessory) on my lips, feeding me popcorn, spilling water all over me, kissing and hugging the daylights out of me (who needs a husband right?).  While she was having her hay-day, I looked into her eyes and thought about how we almost missed out on having this bundle of joy.  I said to her "Thanks for coming."  I meant it too.  I have thanked her before, and will probably continue thanking her for years to come. "De yuckum" was her response.  Around here we all know that is code for "you're welcome." 

For a while we thought we were going to be a family with 4 kids, and felt we were blessed enough.  However, my heart strings were being tugged at (stole that line from Gma T) and I knew there was another one up there somewhere.  She sure took her sweet time getting to us and after trying for just over a year we were going to give it up.  My age being the determining factor.  One more month and we would have stopped.  Then she came.  When I found out I was pregnant I felt so lucky!  And to have a 2nd girl so that Big Girl wouldn't have to go through life in this family alone (femininely speaking)... truly, a double blessing.  

Having a teenager and a baby in the house at the same time has been a challenge that is sometimes hard to deal with.  So much is going on for the older one and now I have to drag a baby along everywhere...  But as I said on to my friend the other day, I think having a baby around is a great softener for those moody teenagers.  She has the power to melt all of us.  We all find her 'stuff' funny.  She bonds us as a family.  So to those who don't know what you are missing out on it's probably for the best.  Having a large family has great advantages.  So don't pity me at the playground. Don't look worriedly at me chasing her around at the track meet.  Don't widen your eyes at the dentist's office when we all come through the door.  But do keep up the "YOU have a 15 year old?!" comments.  Those make me feel good.  And let me say it once again "Baby Girl, thanks for coming!"