Yes, that’s right! We are expecting baby #5, due November 2. We found out the gender this time. It’s a boy!!! We had our 20 week ultrasound yesterday. Baby boy got a clean bill of health and is already measuring 1lb! Still have no name, but hopefully we’ll come up with one soon 🙂
Haydon: 2…5…Go (this is Haydon’s way of counting and then running to find the girls in a game of hide and go seek.
Poor Haydon (13 months old now) is sick. Driving home from dropping the older 3 off at preschool, Haydon was looking out the side window hugging tight his white “baba” (blankie) like it was a teddy bear. It made my heart just well up with emotion. My baby is not really a baby anymore. He’s more or less a toddler, even though he is still not walking. He wears 18-24 month clothes. He drinks out of a sippy cup and uses his fingers to feed himself. He laughs and plays with his siblings. He’s growing up. But for a split moment, I got to cherish him this morning as I was driving home from preschool. He is little, innocent, and precious. Right now, his baba brings him comfort and he loves snuggling with it. Will that be the case 10 years from now? Probably not. I had to pull over and take a picture of him once he fell asleep. I never want to forget this sweet moment. I am reminded of the scripture, “How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog–it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.” (James 4:14 NLT) I don’t know what tomorrow will bring for Haydon, or any of my kids for that matter. All I know is they grow up too fast, way too fast. I feel like it was just yesterday when I was holding Cooper in my arms and now he is 4.5 years old and a boy! We are like fog, and babies will only be babies for a short while, and children will only be children for a short while. I want to love them with such a fierce love and pour into them such a love that they will never question their security and affection from me. I want them to see to love of Christ through me. I want them to be little… to hug on babas, to giggle when we tickle them, to play with matchbox cars and baby dolls. I want them be kids. Lord, thank you for giving me 4 precious gifts. Thank you for letting me witness them being little and being apart of their lives. For I know all too soon, that they will grow up.