Okay, so I am not trying to wish away my babies' precious, fleeting babyhoods or anything like that, but there are a couple of things I am really looking forward to.
First of all, sleep. Jack does not do this anymore. At all really. Unless he is being held in my arms (only mine). This works okay at night, but it's not very convenient for naps. We've thought about sleep training, but there doesn't seem to be an "out" to Jack's crying. Ben reminded me that the same thing happened with Harry, and he directed me to the blog posts I wrote in November, December, and January of 2006 (oh good-- so only 3 months of severe sleep deprivation). When I read these manic depressive entries, I was so relieved because I don't remember any of that (well, I remember a bout of insomnia and mild depression, but mostly I just remember my adorable, babbling baby). So I called Ben and said, "Oh my gosh! I am so happy to read that stuff about Harry. I forgot all about that, which means I will forget this too and will probably survive it and will maybe even want another baby someday." Ben said, "Hmm, that's funny. On my way to work just now, I thought, Yes, it is definitely time for a vasectomy. Maybe this weekend."
Second, I really want to be able to take the kids to the park by myself. If Jack could sit up for longer than like 3 minutes before falling on his face, I think I could swing this one, but he is still so floppy, and Harry is a dangerous climber, so I can't take them both and have any fun.
Third, I wish I could just open the front door and let Harry go play on his bike. Unfortunately, he is only 2, so he needs help. An entourage, really.
What he does not need?
This stupid helmet.
So everyone else tried it on.
Oh Jack. If he would only sleep, think how cute he'd be.
Actually, he's asleep right now-- he has his longest, deepest stretch of sleep from 5 am till 10. Wouldn't it be nice to seep until 10? I wouldn't know because someone wakes up at 5:34 every morning.