Heath’s summer is coming to a close.  Two-A-Days for football are starting next week, and this week he has been going into work early to prepare.  He has been able to take the girls with him though, and I know they love that extra time with him. 

I dread football this year.  Every year, I don’t like it, because it means I will barely see my husband for about three and a half months.  This year will be even worse because I’ll be huge with child, without energy, and with two extremely energetic little girls.  I know Heath will spend as much time with us as possible—family has always been his number one priority—but I will miss seeing him as much as I’ve been able to this summer.

We put the girls to bed last night—on time!  They both went to bed so easily, I thought we were going to have no problems.  For about the past week, both girls have forgotten how to sleep through the night.  Because of the extra room I take up in the bed, what with the belly and my supportive pillows, there is no room for cuddling, so we have been taking them back to their own beds.  They don’t like that.

Not an hour after we put them to bed, Kalyn woke up—insistent that she see Mamaw.  No.  “But I need her!”  “NO!  Go back to bed.”  Three times before we fell asleep we had this conversation.  She came in again sometime in the middle of the night.  I put her back to bed with Keali.  3 am—Keali wakes up and wants to snuggle me.  I lead her back to bed and promised we would snuggle when the sun came up.  Luckily for Heath and I (Heath is coming down with something again), she stayed there.  I woke up a little early and snuggled both girls in Keali’s bed. 

I don’t think Kalyn cared—she is a deep sleeper when she wants to be—but Keali loved it.  When I climbed in, she immediately woke up, stretched, smiled, and said, “Good morning, Mommy!  I love you!” in a scratchy tired voice.  Is there a better way to start the day?  She then hugged me and we snuggled for a few minutes before getting up to get ready for the day.

I’m starting to have the same emotions now, I had while pregnant with Keali.  Will I really be able to love two more babies as much as I love the two I have now?  I know I will—love knows how to explode and double, triple, quadruple in size in an instant—I know that after I first held Keali.  But I worry all the same.  Will we have as much time for Kynan and Kaci?  Will they get the same amount/quality of attention?  Great.  Now I’m crying.  Stupid hormones.

Happier/stranger subject.  Heath wants to get a parrot.  We have found one that the owner is willing to give us for free—including the cage.  This particular type of parrot typically costs around $800-1400s for the animal alone, so free is good.  He has wanted a parrot since we got Fresca 18 months ago.  I don’t know how I feel about this—I don’t think I want it.  It is MUCH bigger than the cockatiels.  But it is supposed to be very loving and a good talker.  We will go visit the bird tonight and I suppose we will make a decision.  Heath gives in to my wants so often, I think I may not get much of a voice in this—one of his big wants—and it’s free.  It’s hard to pass up free.