Oh the tooth..

When I was pregnant with Mister George ,
& people asked “What do you want?”
our answer was the usual
“oh, it does not matter,as long as he or she is healthy!”
But once we had all the checks & knew that the babe was
indeed very healthy, I got greedy.
I want a boy! I’d say.
After we found out about the babies gender my wish changed to
I want a boy with red hair!
But not even that was enough for me.
Emily has always been very independent,she’s not one
for hugs & kisses, she does everything herveryownself,
so i wished for
a boy with red hair who is very needy, who
will want to be held all the time, who will cry when anyone else
even just as much as looks at him!
& That is exactly what I got.
I can not put Georgie down for more than 5 minutes
without him getting very upset, & now that he is teething
not even that is okay anymore.
Last night I decided I need a break, so as soon as everyone
was asleep I sneaked out of the bedroom , sat down
at the table & started sewing, but after 5 minutes or so
I noticed something. I missed him.
I missed my little sewing & knitting buddy, who’d share
my frustration with an angry yell , my joys with a satisfied giggle,
who has unraveled so many knitting projects I already lost count…
So I went back to bed again, holding my baby close all night.
Sometimes I don’t realize just how lucky I am ,
& how truly wonderful it is that my children are exactly who they are.
That Emily does not like dolls or faeries but loves dinosaurs & trucks,
that Georgie enjoys being hugged & cuddled,
& that they are both so very lovely, cute & smart.
George even still has that delicious new-baby-smell!
Poor Georgie is still not very happy about that big tooth that
is trying to find it’s way out..
This is the face of teething:

Today I also had the joy of spending the day with
daddy:

I do so love the toddler years!

♥