I just love the first year. Yes, if you’re a new parent for the first time, then you are walking around like a zombie for awhile, not sure what day it is and just trying not to leave the baby somewhere because you are not yet used to having a little person with you all – the – time. Then Baby #2 comes along, and well, you’re just not so…picky. Pacifiers will get a quick rinse (maybe) after falling on the floor, not sanitized in boiling water. The baby might cry for more than a millisecond because you’re busy cleaning up the paint that big brother or sister just spilled on the carpet while you were nursing. The pizza delivery guy becomes your best friend and confidant because you just cannot face the prospect of cooking dinner while keeping the two-year-old out of your jewelry box and feeding the baby for the gazillionth time that day. Oh, and the “Sleep when the baby sleeps” thing? Fugheddaboudit. But at the end of the day, you have not just one, but two little pieces of immortality that remind you (on a daily basis) that it’s not all about you, that it gets better, and that those little sleeping sighs, tiny smiles, and dimpled hands are worth every minute of lost sleep, every penny of takeout, every difficulty of learning to parent two children.
Mom and dad, good luck and congratulations on your gorgeous second daughter!
Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.
Baby #1 – there’s nothing quite like it. I still remember the thrill I felt calling the pediatrician’s office on the way home from the hospital to make his two-week appointment, saying “I need to make an appointment for my son.” It felt so strange on my lips but so wonderful at the same time.
This little guy is Baby #1 in his family. He will be the one to make his parents laugh and cry through their parenting journey as they discover things like teething and self-feeding and best of all (in time), tiny toddler arms wrapped around your neck in a sweet hug.
Best of luck to you, mom and dad, in this great adventure called parenthood. You’re going to do great!
in a baseball hat
stands in the field
with his ball and bat
Says “I am the greatest player of them all”
Puts his bat on his shoulder
and he tosses up his ball
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down
Swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound
The baseball falls…to the ground.
I’ve been trying to figure out how long I’ve known this little guy’s mama. I think I was around 7 or 8 the first time I met her. I was the smallest player on my team (the worst in the league our first year) and usually played catcher. She played on the best team, was tall…and good. My coaches figured out that despite my small size, I could throw the ball pretty accurately to third base – so they taught me how to throw to third right after the pitch to get an out on the player trying to steal third. I don’t know why, but I still remember the surprised look on her face the first time I threw her out at third. In the next inning, she probably threw me out at second, haha.
Twenty-something years later, she and her (former-MLB-playing) husband have a beautiful family with – count ’em – FIVE kiddos, all crazy about playing ball. At the tender age of three days, this little guy was already in the stands cheering on his brothers and sister. I’m sure there is some ball playing in his future, too. 🙂
And last, one of everyone’s faves from the session. The concept was Dad’s idea – I must confess it never crossed my mind that he would be interested in putting his bare-bottomed son in his glove! But it turned out great! (And the glove was still clean after the shot, haha)
Says “I am the greatest – that is a fact.
But even I didn’t know I could pitch like that.”
Kenny Rogers, “The Greatest”