This week, Erin started climbing out of her crib. We made the same decision for her as we did for Elise (granted, Erin started this about 3 mos earlier than Elise did, but we went ahead anyway): we didn't want her falling while climbing out of the crib, so it was toddler bed time. It didn't really hit me what this meant until I sneaked in later that night to snap a few pics of the big girl in her big bed...no more babies. My baby is too big for the baby britches: she is a big girl now.
I immediately ran to Sean and after telling him our baby wasn't a baby anymore, I said "let's have another." We've had this conversation a few times, and we have both decisively said "no" at different times. But that night, he hesitated. And it terrified me! He did eventually say definitely not right now (which is smart, considering my new entrepreneurial endeavor isn't exactly raking in the money at this point), but it got me to thinking later: why did it terrify me? Is it the sudden realization I've had while being home with the girls that full-time parenting is HARD? Was it the fact that we are on a pretty tight budget as we wait for my business to start making money? Or was it more complicated than any of those things, and a combination of all of them? Probably.
But at any rate, it certainly was an event that made me stop for a minute and appreciate the two sweet babies I've had the pleasure to raise so far. It also made me appreciate the other babies I've loved in my life (nephews, niece, family and friends' babies), and the babies yet to come that I'll love--whether they belong to family or friends...or I have one more of my own.








