I half thought that having baby Leo over yesterday while we babysat him for a few hours would make me less impatient about having baby #3 here. Like, I was picturing tears and out of control madness and all kinds of insanity that would make me less "OMG IS IT NEXT FRIDAY YET" and more "stay in there until October for all I care, baby." Too bad baby Leo happens to be about the nicest newborn I've ever been around, totally content to break in baby #3's Rock & Play and stare at the ceiling fan, and too bad my kids loved him and were gentle and quiet and pretty much made it seem like having a third child will be no big deal at all. (Which, obvi, will not be reality for longer than two hours after bringing baby sister home. But for two hours yesterday, it was easy peasy.) So, plan? Backfired. It just made me more anxious for next week. NEXT WEEK!
Anderson, to Leo: "HI."
Anderson, to Leo: "HIIIIIII????"
Anderson, to me: "Why Leo not talking to me? Because he doesn't have any teeth? That's weird."
happy birthday jimbo
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