Cake.

The kids are going down for the night, and I thought I would update while I have a little computer time. (I know what you mean Erica about one child being 'cake.' HA! Just read that...) We've hit the same milestones for what, 5...6 years now? DH and I recently had almost the same conversation about realizing how different our lives (and children) are now that the kids are getting older. Almost everyone we know, from friends to family, has a 0-18 month old child, a 2 year old, or all of the above. Our friends recently had their third child, and after visiting with them in the hospital, we came away waving our hands in the air and shouting HIP HIP HOORAY for us. Not that babies aren't a sweet blessing, and not that we haven't loved every one God gave us, but it's so odd to see people knee-deep in the baby trenches. Knee deep and you're not. It's odd, but not a bad sort of odd. Maybe it's just that our life now is so stark in comparison to our life 1 to 2 years ago.
5 years ago, almost 6, Jack was 3 and a half, Sam was not yet 13 months old, when Sophy made her appearance. 2 babies, that was cake. Throw in a third, not quite a year after the second, and things just sort of exploded after that. There were people in our lives that were so unrelenting of what they expected from us. I look back at that time now and think, WHAT WERE THEY THINKING? How did they even expect us to have laces tied and button holes matching? Seriously. I mean, at the time that you're in the trenches, you're just on auto pilot. You just go from one butt to the next. One bottle to the next. One sippy cup to the next. One bed to the next. One foot in front of the other. I know not everyone who has 2 or 3 kids has such the hairy life as we did. Three kids spaced apart may be easy as pie. I dunno. I didn't flip that coin. I got the coin that had three heads,and they all pooped, ate, puked and pee'd at the same time. HA!
Still, it's all so tedious. Measure this. How many poops? What color is the poop? Man, we just don't do that anymore. Don't get me wrong. Our poop was blue last week, but it was from a package of gummy fruit, and we moved on. Yeah, I'm with you Erica. It's all cake now. And I love me some cake! We made it out friend! Onto new the new frontier. Big Kids. YIKES!! ((For instance, today. Sophy tells us after church--with a huge grin on her face, "Mom. Tucker was kissing me at church." Yeah. Her daddy almost flipped his lid. I had to remind him that Tucker is 4, and that Sophy DID say she hit him with a truck after he kissed her....Big Kids. Oy. Maybe I want to trade my cake for...pie? A cookie??))