The first is today. We went to Costco with a friend and shortly after entering the store Ivy started a cry fest that lasted the duration of our Costco trip and half of the ride home. I had just noticed that the incessant screaming had stopped and about two minutes later I hear Gwen say, "Wow Mom! Ivy's lips are PURPLE". And I am thinking, oh my gosh, she is suffocating or choking or something and that is why she stopped screaming, I am a horrible mother! SLAM on the breaks, tear off my seat belt and lunge to the backseat to see a smiling baby with very much pink lips. Mental note...teach Gwen the difference between pink and purple.
The second time happened about a year ago. Bentley was new to playing in his saucer and I would stick him in it upstairs while I would come down here and
I guess my heart kind of skipped a beat today when Gwen, in the car, said..."Mom, you have two daughters, one husband, one boy dog, and one son...and another son in the sky". Since I know kids have divine intuition or whatever I was thinking, oh no...not again! I need more time. I'll have another baby, but please please, just a few more years, or at the very least a few more months (note: I mean at the very very very very very least)! It took me entirely too long to realize that she meant the "sun" in the sky and not a future brother in the sky. Thank goodness!!