October 21st, 2009 BigMan – “Him likes me, Mama.”
”I love you, too, Baby.”
When Daddy was holding TheFinalist the other day, BigMan, already accustomed to seeing TheFinalist in my arms constantly, looked at my empty arms and asked where the baby was. “Get him, Mom.” “It’s okay, Daddy has him.” “No, GET HIM, MOM!”
BigMan is very concerned about his nursing blister. Wants to know when the “scrape” will go away.
The night before having him, BigMan was asking (again) how TheFinalist would come out of my belly. I explained (yes, I did). And then he asked “How the doctor help? With a spoon or a knife?” After laughing, I said, “I hope neither.” And explained again (yes, I did). He then asked to see where he would come out. More laughing on my part, “No, sir. We don’t look there.” Last night, 11 days after TheFinalist’s birth and very little discussion between times about how he got here, BigMan asked again to see “where him come out”. “No, sir. But thanks for the laughs!”
ThePrincess – “Look at his little hands. His little ears.”
”He’s a lot cuter than I thought he’d be.”
“He’s so soft, Mama.”
”I didn’t know he wouldn’t have any teeth. I like his little mouth with no teeth in it.”
TheMiddlest – “He’s the King of all babies.”
”He’s so pretty.”
After hugging me the other day, TheMiddlest said, “I like that I can hug you all the way around now.” And while sitting next to me, “I can’t wait until your belly is real little so that I can sit in your lap again.”
TheMiddlest is worried about TheFinalist’s belly button. He wants it to go away. And loves when I give him a bath. He likes how TheFinalist’s hair gets “fuzzy”.
TheOldest - ”He’s finally here.”
“I get to be his big brother now.”
TheOldest loves his baby smell. Says my bed now smells like TheFinalist. He talks about “that baby smell” a lot.
While I got dressed yesterday, TheFinalist was crying on the bed. TheOldest crawled up and laid beside him. He started singing to him and I heard TheOldest whispering things to him like, “You have little fingers. Little hands. Little face. Little feet.” And on and on. When TheFinalist settled, TheOldest was so proud that he had settled him.
Though TheOldest’s words are not recorded as much, I should note, how much this child loves this baby. Gazes at him. Unbelievable really. I’m continually amazed by his gentleness, his attentiveness, his adoration of him.
Heard constantly from all four, “Can I hold him now?”
When we all got packed into the van the first time, ThePrincess noted that, “We have A LOT of kids now!”
September 14th, 2009 The 2 year old, BigMan, at the top of his lungs – “Mama come wipe me!!”
From ThePrincess all the time – “Rub my feet, scratch my back.”
From BigMan upon being told not to touch his t.t. (you know since he’s naked all.the.time.now) – “NO! I not has a t.t.!”
TheOldest on turning 8 – “It doesn’t feel like it’s been 8 years. It feels more like it’s only been 3.”
Any time I get ready to leave the house, from BigMan – “I comin’ wis you!!”
Every single day for the last 2 months from ThePrincess – “Mama, your belly is gettin’ bigger and bigger and bigger.”
From BigMan – “The new baby is comin’ out.. comin’ out.. in just a minute.”
TheOldest while helping me fold the newest baby’s clothes – “I can’t wait to raise this baby. I can’t wait to be his big brother.”
TheMiddlest upon all of us arriving home after 8 hours away – “It smells good in here. It smells like home. It looks like home. It feels like home. And there are lots of cuddly people here just like home.”
July 22nd, 2009 Hearing this from my 4 year old daughter the other day I dreaded seeing who she was pointing to. Because, really, I figured she had picked some horrid… well, you can imagine.
When I got to the couch to see what picture she was cutting out, I found this:
Really? That’s nice to know. Because I never would’ve guessed that one. May you never take off those rose-colored glasses, girl!
June 1st, 2009 Yard daisies in a mason jar.
Little pictures scribbled with family members and arrows to my illustrated belly.
“My ain’t jumping, Mama.” While he flies from the couch.
How my dog does his “popcorn dance” when we pull into the drive.
The moment that my kiddos all yell, “Daddy’s home!!”
How my younger children ask, “When’s Daddy coming home?” 2 minutes after he’s left for the day.
When my camera captures their personality perfectly.
That time of evening when I realize every little person is quiet and peaceful for the night.
How the house smells when I’ve been cooking in the afternoon.
The smell of my little one’s sunscreened head after a swim in the pool.
How all of my little people currently awaken smiling.
How ThePrincess prays looong Baptisty prayers, but means every word of them. “Thank you for this beautiful day. Thank for the new baby. Thank you for letting us go to a place to see a lot of people. Thank you for this yummy food. Thank you for our drinks. Please let us have a girl baby.”
How BigMan has started praying all by himself with, “Thank you for Daddy. Amen.”
Whippoorwills in the summer evenings.
The first lightning bugs of the season.
And how, when told to “Smile!” my youngest does this:
April 22nd, 2009 
While driving through the city the other day we saw teenagers holding a car wash. The sign said, “For Prom!” My husband yelled out the window at them, “Don’t go to prom! Prom sucks!”
While being taunted by ThePrincess in her best “na na na na na” voice “Little girls are made of sugar. And spice. And everything nice.” The 2 older boys said, “Yeah? Well, boys are made of fire crackers and matchsticks!”
Upon awakening the other morning, ThePrincess said in succession, “Mama, when the baby comes out, will it be kinda… nekkid?” “Mama, why are you scared of clowns?” “Is Big Bird a boy or a girl?” “Mama, tell me about when I was born.”
While playing pretend electric guitar, TheMiddlest said to ThePrincess, “Do you think this pimps?!”
While watching tv the other day, talking about a character on a show, TheOldest said, “He looks like a bear… I said giraffe, but I meant to say zebra.”
While coming out of the 2 1/2 month sick stupor of first trimester I actually said, “When I’m not puking I’m the queen!”
While jumping on the trampoline TheOldest made up a game where he jumps across the trampoline and sings, “Dance to your Destination!”
At the end of a pretend band that the kids were performing for at the end of the night Daddy started singing, “Bedtime is just around the corner (said coh-ner, in honor of my Dad!), Take and put your instruments away.” We still sing it and it still brings about grumbles. If I could record that song I would.
Around Easter BigMan began asking, “Why God die, Mama?” And with every explanation, we were met with another, “Why God die?” At about the 25 in a row mark we began to answer him with, “Because He loves you so much.” Evidently he liked the tone and seriousness of our response because he continued to ask, “Why God die?” about 100 times a day for about a week. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of answering that question.
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