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Three years ago yesterday, November 30, 2018, we walked into Canyon Medical Center with one little boy in tow, eagerly anticipating finding out the gender of our next baby. When the doctor said it was another boy, I was so happy. The name Sebastian had been rolling around in our heads, and I was thrilled to get to use it. Not to mention the fact that there’s just something so special about telling your little boy he’s going to get a baby brother. 🙂

Yesterday, November 30, 2021, we walked into Canyon Medical Center with two little boys in tow, eagerly anticipating another gender reveal.

Same office, same doctor, same clients, except this time that 2018 baby was on the outside instead of the inside, and his little sibling was kicking around inside my belly.

There’s something raw and unbelievable and just so incredibly exciting about realizing there’s a new little life on the way, and some of that initial excitement comes back when you find out the gender. It makes it all just a little more real, and instead of “the tiny baby,” you can start calling it “your baby brother” . . . or just maybe “your baby sister.” ...continue reading

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They weren’t supposed to grow up this fast.Whatever happened to these funny little boys just getting to know each other?Whatever happened to every moment of every day being filled with little-boy needs and wants?

And whatever happened to all those sleepless nights anyway? I sleep all night now, most nights, and I feel quite spoiled.

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This is my boy, Sebastian.When he first came along, we were very hopeful that our wishes for a more laid-back baby (after our very wild little Alec) were coming true. Alas, it was not to be. He is every bit as wild and loud and rambunctious as Alec. Of course, we don’t actually mind. It’s so fun to watch the two of them, especially when they’re not actively fighting. Two charming, adventuresome, grab-life-by-the-horns little boys. ...continue reading

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This is my boy, Alec.If you, as a stranger, were to meet him, he would probably be holding onto my skirts, half-whispering, half-whining, “Hold me, hold me,” and as much as he would be shy in your presence, he also wouldn’t be able to look away.

Fifteen minutes later (or less if you were an Alec-whisperer), he would be full of giggles and words and all the ideas that seem to randomly pop into a three-year-old’s mind. He would be charming and a bit too silly, and then you would see my Alec. ...continue reading

We’ve had a rough morning, my boys and I. So much screaming and fighting and toy-stealing. Sebastian wanting what Alec has, Alec wanting what Sebastian has, neither of them being happy if I sit a bit to read my Bible and drink my coffee. I couldn’t even manage to get dressed.

Some mornings they’re little angels. They happily play with toys in the living room. They drive cars together on the dining room windowsill. Alec decides to go play in the green room, so Sebastian quits what he’s doing and follows him. Alec sits and looks at his big-boy books, and Sebastian sits and looks at his little-boy books.

Angels, like I said.

Not this morning. I couldn’t wait till Sebastian’s morning nap. That ended up not going so well either. When I came out from a long half-hour of fighting Sebastian to sleep, I sent Alec out to play on the back deck. All I wanted to do was grab a second cup of coffee and sit down at the computer to work on a photo book.

But today is Tuesday. Floor sweeping day, laundry folding day . . . not to mention dishes and meals and little boy maintenance.

In other words, I had things to do. And I knew it was going to get blazing hot later in the day. We don’t have our AC up and running yet, so by noon it’s already pretty hot in our house, and by evening we’re all sweating. I definitely didn’t want to still have floors to sweep by that time of the day. ...continue reading