No More Babies

My baby is 4. I have no more 'babies' in the house. I have to admit I'm a little sad about it. If I didn't have to have a job, I think we'd have more. B is certainly in favor, but he knows the reality. Three kids and a full time job - no thanks. I spend enough time as it is wishing I could just be 'wife' and 'mom'. Sigh. Whine. Bitch. Moan.

So L had her 4th birthday on Earth Day. I loved that she was born on Earth Day. Naturally. No drugs. I was a psycho bitch about that. Until transition, I think I would have killed any nurse that suggested it, but frankly, there wasn't time. I shocked 'em all! In to the hospital at 3am at 3cm, and L shot out at 4:25. Wheeee! It (later... much later!) brought to mind the old Bill Cosby sketch about the OB with the catcher's mitt 'like Johnny Bench"...

She wanted the American Girl Picnic Set. I splurged and got it. She's played with it every day since Sunday. Major hit. She also wanted a butterfly net so she can catch and release butterflies. I think she wants to be Diego from Noggin/Nick Jr.

I may miss the baby, but I do love the 'big girl' (even if her shoes are dammit!)