Nothing could be sweeter than adding these tiny princesses to our household for a few days
the breathy excitement as they snuggled in bed, “tomorrow! our baby brother will be born tomorrow.”
Disinterested in the slumber party, Eden chose instead to cling to Erik even as he brushed his teeth. It was later, much much later when she fell asleep in my arms– a delicious sort of satisfaction that nothing can rival.
I’m not one who is glad to be done with diapers, bottles, binkies, cribs and strollers. Every aspect of babyhood is delicious to me– even the messy and sleep-deprived parts. As I write this, Eden is again sleeping in my arms, a perfect little cherub.
I’m afraid I became a little too smug about the ease of adding to our household when I jumped into the shower at about 11:30 a.m. Just as my toes touched the water I heard a scream that couldn’t be ignored. Towel clad, I ran to where Elle was napping and found her vomiting all over her face and hair and–wail!- her princess dress. Stefan helped me carry her to the tub where we sprayed crying little Elle down and washed her hair three times. Wrapping myself in a robe and sweet Elle in two towels, I settled into my toile loveseat.
Kissing her hair and holding her close, I rocked her until sobs turned to giggles and her black fringed eyes sparkled with mischief– “Does this mean I get popsicles?”
In a heartbeat, Stefan drove to the store. And we ate popsicles. And slept.
p.s. rumor has it that baby Darren (born moments ago) looks much like Elle– that’s one beautiful boy.