"My tummy has a bad feevoh
and now it’s making my voice change."
Last night I was a little worried as Tessa headed off to bed, when she sang out, "Good night babyyyyyyyyyy....guhwl!"
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When Guy and I prayed together before bed, I found myself really talking to God about each of the kids. When I reached little Tess, I choked up. I am wondering how she will do as she is moved into the big sister role. In our house it hasn't traditionally gone smashingly. When Adam was 3 weeks old, Ethan picked him up and hung him by his tiny feet when, while changing him, I turned around to pick up a clean diaper. When Ellie was born, Adam, my best little buddy, rejected me outright for months. When Tessa was born, Ellie went berserk and never came back all the way.
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I don't want to let Tessa go. I poured my heart out in prayer, and could barely form the words, "... and please help her as she adjusts to... not being... the baby anymore." Then the tears came.
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This morning she wandered out with that yummy sleepy-face that all mamas love on their little ones, and scrambled up onto the armchair with me. She smiled up at me as she curved herself around my belly with a long "mmmmmmm."
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"Tessa, are you going to be sad when the baby is born if it's not a girl?" I asked with not-well-hidden concern.
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"No!" she said with a massive smile, "cuz when it is bohrn, den I will get yohwah lap back so I can sit!"
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"Well, you realize I will also be holding the baby, too..." I said with some hesitation. She has no idea what is coming.
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"Oh! We will shayah!"
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Absolutely no idea.
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