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| Written by OHmommy | |
| Monday, 21 December 2009 00:00 | |
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Thump. Thump. Shuffle. Thump. Every night at a quarter to midnight my husband and I witness the sounds of a toddler in footed pajamas drag her pillow down the stairs. I grow excited with each gentle thump that echos louder in the quiet house, knowing that in minutes I will inhale the most glorious baby breath.
My husband. Not so much.
He says he hardly recognizes me. He reminds me of the firm parent that I once was, a long time ago, when the older two had well enforced bed times and consequences to boot. A time when "The Baby Whisperer" was my parenting bible.
Oh, how I wish upon the brightest star tonight that I could turn back the clocks and parent with my heart. My third child has given me the greatest gift of dropping everything to live the moment. Or as my husband says, "Making sure she remains the baby in the house." Ahem. |
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| Last Updated on Sunday, 20 December 2009 23:03 |






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you have beautiful children.
Come to think of it...I am the baby of my family too....hee hee.
He's 7.
It's never time to stop sniffing your kids.
Ahem. Something about my third makes me a pushover. Not sure if it's the knowledge that he may be it. Or the fact that he's a lot younger than my girls. But he definitely gets a mellower mama.
The baby just ruins the track record! Love her:-D
Trust me. It's happened to me. ha ha
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