Today is Little E’s fourth birthday! I can’t believe that my baby is four.
That’s a picture from this morning, in the Spiderman costume he lives in.
Last night, I was getting kind of emotional about my last baby growing up. I felt the same way when Big E was this age. But then I became pregnant with Little E late that year, so it wasn’t as bad.
This time I know that I will not be having any more children, so I think it is harder.
That got me wondering about families that have lots of babies. Does a mother ever get her baby fill to the point that when the last one gets older she does not want another one, or is it always this hard? I wonder.
Happy Birthday to the little guy!
I don’t exactly have a lot of babies, but now am officially beyond the national average enough to arouse suspicion. : ) And every time I look at my little Peanut, I fall in love with her and want more. I hope my children all have children and live close enough for me to cuddle their little ones!
Yes, me too. (about the grandchildren.)
My children always say they wish we had lots of children in our family, so maybe they will have big families.