Oh, I forgot to post awhile back: Ian is 14 pounds and 24 inches as of his two month appointment. He already headed toward being too big for his bouncy seat, and reclining baby tub and the 3-6 month sizes are getting a but snug. Hurry and sit up, baby! Also, I caught him almost rolling over in bed this morning. Watch out. He is still sleeping in the bassinett, so there isn't room to roll. Owen is about to finish the crib this month. Watch for the post that he's rolling over. Yikes.

Well I just don't know what to say about Ian. He is the tiebreaker in many ways. Besides the obvious familial balance of power shifting to the boys, Ian has also unwittingly pointed out how much mothering does not figure in to who your children are. Now, don't get the impression that I am saying mothers aren't important, central and crucial to a child's life, it's just this: When I had Henry, he was so good and still is. He aims to please, is pretty good natured and loves me with all of his heart. He still wants hugs and cuddles at 10 and I suspect that while it will continue to wane, he'll always love his hugs. For a long time, I took credit for his nature. I must be a good mom, I thought to myself. I should stay at home - I'll be even better (and I was!) Then we had Kaitlin. Independent, aggressive even in her shyness, bouncy, obstinate, decisive, crafty, imaginative and contrary. Now I am thinking, I am doing something wrong. How come my daughter isn't as tame as my son? (When we found we were to have another child, esp a daughter, we pulled Henry aside to prepare him for how to treat his new sibling - no hitting, arguing, etc. Little did we know we should have been talking to the child in my womb! ) Anyway, Kaitlin is my precious girl, and she has been a challenge. Now that Ian is here, I know why. Because I can not make my children be something they are not. I am not making them. I am to nurture them and love them, not form them. God has already done that and he has blessed me with Ian. With all of the health issues at hand and how tired I can get and how old I am (ok - not SO old) he is the perfect baby for me. He is agreeable and even when he cries, it is with a sweet attitude. (I realize this may change as he gets older!) He is sleeping through the night (slept for 14 hours a few days ago!) He's not so happy in the carseat, which certainly complicates traveling, but all in all, he is a happy baby. So sweet and wonderful and it is hurtful to realize he will probably be my last. I' d better look into marrying my oldest off early in search of grandbabies! Ok, so it's a bit premature! I'll get a grip soon.