Wilson is pretty excited. He wavers back and forth between sister and brother. Yesterday he decided that Jack is his brother so now he needs a sister. The dog was less than thrilled- he claims no relation. This morning he said he wanted to love the baby, so he put his head on my stomach and then gave it a kiss! I couldn't believe he even thought to do that. I also just moaned that mama's tummy hurts and he leaned over on me and said poooooor mama. I could get used to the sympathy!!
Dad has also been quite the super hero the last few days. Helping clean up after Wilson and the products of a toddler having the stomach virus while also keeping a close eye on his wife who's equally sick and pathetic. Poor guy- maybe he'll get to move out of the guest bed before we have to take it down for the baby bed!
I thought the ticker was appropriate since Phil has always claimed that he hatched.
When I went to put this photo back on the fridge after scanning it last night, I put it under a magnet right by one of my favorite pictures of Wilson. And then it just kind of hit me- I HAVE TWO CHILDREN. WOW- what an awesome responsiblity. I suppose the Lord only gives us what we can handle (I also suppose that's why he's placed me in a town with 4 grandparents & 7 great-grandparents!)
