When Papa Mann took me to his hometown in England for the first time shortly after we were married, I made sure that I got to see all his baby pictures and home videos. If I'd considered myself baby hungry before this, I was starving afterwards. My husband's freckles across his nose and ridiculously sweet and happy demeanor had me picturing us with 10 kids. Then I had one and realized I wasn't a 10 kids kind of woman ;) but I sure do enjoy the 2 I have, each with their bits from their daddy.
Ever since I got pregnant, Lorelai has been talking about her "baby bruh-yah." She knew he was a boy from the start and was even the one who picked his name. She kissed and loved on my belly... But would she love a tiny screaming baby? Would she be resentful or apathetic? I thought it would be ages before she cared about his existence or wanted to play with him but I was so wrong... She really is his fairy godmother. She is his 2nd mommy. And he is madly in love with her.
I had just placed Owen down for his morning nap and by some miracle I didn't have anything on my to do list so I decided to use the time in the wisest way I know... I went to find Lorelai to get myself a snuggle. She makes my life so easy. When I need to put O down, she will just find something to do on her own. This time she was laying on my bed playing with the Ipad mini.
Being a mom is the coolest job around. I look at these pictures and suddenly being the person who has to unclog the garbage disposal (which ended up on my to do list about 20 minutes after this) seems a very small price to pay to get to hang out with these cool people all day.
I love my little brood.