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| October 2014 |
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| Ocotober 2015 |
My baby, my last one. I went back & read Lucas's first birthday post, and I thought he was my last one! Our family was complete, at the time, with Lucas, but little did I know just how much we needed you, sweet Noah. When we had Lucas, I thought we were done having children, but it wasn't definitive. When you were born, there was no question, no wondering. You were the one that made our family a family of five and there was no doubt in my mind that God planned so perfectly for you to be our third (and final!) child.
Noah, you are such a delight. You remind me of Lucas as a baby - your smile starts in your eyes then when you do smile it's a great big smile. You are mischievous - oh yes, already. You know when you get into something you shouldn't have & you crawl from me as fast your little legs and arms can take you, giggling all the way. You love being outside and exploring the backyard. You throw tantrums earlier than your brothers did - laying on the ground, kicking and screaming. At this time, it's humorous. I may not think so when you are older :)
You adore your big brothers (and they you!). You try your best to keep up with them, which means wrestling. You've gotten hit in the face twice with a soccer ball and you've been knocked over countless times. Being the youngest brother is teaching you to be tough. It would not surprise me if you are my one who is most into sports because you will know about teamwork, fairness (and unfairness), how to get knocked down and get back up again. You know how to hold onto a toy or food for dear life when your brothers try to pry it from your hands. You are not giving that toy/food up without a fight. When your brothers play with you, you laugh. You jump on them, you sit on them, you get in their face & hit them (which we are reprimanding you for). Through it all, they are so good with you. They tolerate you doing all that & simply move if you are in their way.
You are my one who takes the best naps (your brothers only took 20 minute naps). You nap for two hours when Lucas is at preschool & I LOVE IT. You love to eat & I can never feed you enough. I pray that you are my non picky eater. If you see anyone with food, you immediately cry & demand that you get some too, even if you already have something in your hand!
I am so looking forward to watching you grow up. While every "last" is bittersweet because you are my last, I find myself enjoying them more because I know how fleeting it is. I will miss the baby stage. While I won't miss it with an ache to have another, I'll miss it because you are my last. I love when you reach for me and you put your arms around my neck, and snuggle in. I pause longer and simply hold you, knowing that while you will still give me hugs as you get older (just like your brothers do), these are the last of the baby hugs. That contented sigh you give when you've been crying and I scoop you up, when you feel safe & comforted. Your babbling and the way you squeal with delight. While it is fun to watch you as you learn to talk, those baby babbles will be missed. Those first steps will soon turn into running footsteps as you play with your brothers.
While I am already missing the baby stage, I joyfully look ahead to your toddler stages (minus the tantrums & potty training). People comment on what it must be like to have three boys, and I must say that you, Noah Jonathan, are making this third boy thing pretty easy ... so far :)