I recently got word that a close friend had her second child this weekend. That night, I think a little baby envy snuck up on me. When we went in to "check on" Evan before going to bed, we accidentally woke him up. I told Jeff that I would make sure he went back to sleep and after he left the room, I committed one of our biggest no-no's - I picked my baby up and rocked him. Of course, as soon as I did, I remembered that at 30 lbs he's most definitely not a baby anymore!
I had been remembering how sweet it felt to hold him and rock him when he was little and thought I'd give it a try. Now that he's a toddler, and always on the move, a sleeping stupor is my only opportunity to experience that. And it was sweet - for about two minutes - and then he was heavy and awkward and I realized there was little chance of getting him back in his crib without waking him up again.
I'm not really the type to get crazy over babies, but having a second has been on our minds lately so maybe it was God's way of tugging at my reproductive strings...
Congratulations to Drew and Lindsay - Noah is so cute and we can't wait to meet him!!