So we went on a short hike and had a picnic. Just thought I'd check in. Some sewing has occurred, but frustratingly sloooooow. Like stitch one seam and be done for the day. Who knew three kids would be so much work?
We went on this same hike last year as seen here. It's just weird to have the baby grow so fast. I mean he's just not a baby, he's totally a toddler. Wahhhhhhh.
It's strange how things work out. Chef and I have been together for 16 years and if I had known then what I know now... HA! If just. Too bad. I would have said let's get married sooner. Let's start a family sooner. I just had no idea that I wanted so many children. Really had NO IDEA. I always wanted two children. Since I was a little girl. That's what my mom had so it seemed logical. Of all my friends I am the only one with more than two (remember we are Californians, two is plenty to most Californians!).
This is it. My number. Three. I need to be happy and satisfied. I'm not, but that's ok too. There are days when it seems almost impossible to handle the three I have. There are more days where I long for another baby to nuzzle. It's no secret that I got lucky enough to convince Chef for number three. I won't be betting on a major mind change in the next year. After that, well, my eggs are old. I've already given birth to a child in "advanced maternal age". Boy that stung when my OB said that. Wha? Me? I'm like 25 aren't I? Oh wait, you're right. Not so much. But I'm not ooooooooold. I'm just getting started. Whaaaaaaa. Booo hoo.
Hmmm. Sounds like a post for a sad mothers day. Onward. Hope you all remember to say a special thank you to your dad on this day. Also, maybe don't forget your baby daddy.