Sunday Photo

I try to take a photo of all my girls together each Sunday. Maybe I can collect them someday. And it helps force me to get them together in a photo at least once a week, far more than I ever did before. I just can't believe how quickly I will add one more to this group. Four? Am I equipped to handle those kind of numbers?

This weekend, Lill's language really exploded. It's shocking when your baby has lived on this earth for 20 months. All that time listening and learning, holding back, and on a random Saturday in her 20th month, something clicks inside her brain and she starts saying words on her own. Instead of repeating everything.

I gave her socks to put in her room and she said, "Ooh-Day!". And I almost collapsed. My squeals were heard around the block. We were driving and she saw an airplane in the sky. She pointed out the window and very clearly stated "Eh-Bane!" Jake almost ran off the road. We're so proud of her. So proud of the fact that this weekend was big for her. And she doesn't even know it. She went from talk-through-the-binkie-English to really taking control of her vocabulary. Somehow I think she was happier inside. Accomplished. Proud even of herself. What a little nugget.

All is good. We are lucky. Another week awaits us. There will be tantrums, both adult and child. Jake's birthday is on Tuesday, Ruby's on Thursday, and Grace's next Saturday. This equals excitement and joy for everyone but the mom. This equals more stress for me. That will hopefully equal excitement and joy when it's happening (or when it's over).

But I'm ready, bring it on.