Why is it that every time my baby turns into a toddler, I want another baby?
I don't even like babies that much. Sure, they are all cute and snuggly and angelic when they sleep, but they also cry a lot and nurse a lot and don't sleep a lot at night a lot.
I much prefer toddlers who don't need my body to nourish them and can even sort of feed themselves. They are funny and engaging and take naps and sleep through the night. They can walk around and dance to music and give hugs and kisses.
|His milkshake brings all the girls to the yard...|
Toddlers are excited about everything and mispronounce words and giggle all day long. They hold your hand and play with their siblings and do lots of party tricks. I'll gladly take tantrums over a sleepless night of nursing and diaper changes. Bring on the terrible twos!
So I think my problem lays in the fact that once I am in the enjoyable toddler stage, I panic that it will be over soon and hope this isn't the last time I am going to be able to enjoy it. But then I come to my senses and think of how hard the baby stage is, and can talk myself into trying to wait a little longer.
Just the fact that I am even considering Baby Number 6 shows how God is changing my heart. Again. Poor God, He always has a lot of work to do with me after each baby to get me wanting another baby. I'm sort of a brat that way. I blame it on the hormones.
At some point I will even have trouble convincing myself to wait any longer, and if God and Phil are willing, that's when you all get a little announcement.
Not yet...just sayin'.