A Day In May Before We Become Six

Last week Calvin turned 2 and BabaJuje brought over a cozy coupe and treats.

The late golden light lit up his red mane and we enjoyed an evening with him as the baby in the family.

It's anyone's guess as to how he will handle the birth of this new baby brother- will he take on Lena's baby brother hostility or Simon's sweet meaty-pawed affection? Maybe he'll show us a dose of something we haven't seen yet.

I don't ever feel sorry for kicking the baby out of the baby spot to make room for another. I say, lucky them! More laughs, more fun, more helpers, more built-in playmates, more people to dote over you,

more mess, more loudness, more chaos, one more mouth to wipe red vine stains off of.

Maybe I should feel a little bit sorry for me...

But maybe not.

Cute babies are better than clean houses.

Happy laughing children are way cooler than getting to places on time.

And four small peacefully sleeping bodies beat pretty much everything.

This will be good. We can do this.