I love my kids.
I have always loved being a father and having three children to raise is just about the coolest thing ever.
Starting over with an infant at this stage of our life has been surprisingly easy. Sure, an argument could be made that I am devoid of reason because of sleep deprivation, but it really has been, I guess, fun!
I would have never imagined that could be the case, but that is exactly what it is.
Fun.
It is fun to wake up and feed Emily and watch her learn who and what we are.
It is fun to figure out which formula is not going to give her a tummy ache and rejoice that soy seems to do the trick. It is also fun to remember that was the trick for the other two. It may have been more fun to figure that out weeks ago, but it is still fun none the less.
It is fun to see my son interact with his baby sister and thank God that our sixteen year old is learning lessons that will last a lifetime.
It is fun to see how my daughter copes with her fussy baby sister and to sneak up on her and catch her off guard.
It is fun to pack Emily up for a ride in the car and take her places to have people tell us how cute she is. We know, and we whole heatedly agree, but it is fun to hear it anyway.
It is fun to sit with my wife at 2 in the morning watching Northern Exposure on my laptop and remember what an interesting series it was. It is also fun to watch X files and realize we are old, but we don’t care becuase we are having so much fun.
It is fun, it is all fun, and I don’t care if I am kidding myself, I refuse to have anything but. I have had plenty of days where nothing was fun so just for today this is fun.
Way.too.much.fun.
I know we aren’t that old comparatively, but to have a baby, we are considered to be “getting old.” I am having fun too. Enjoying it so much. And feeling sad that I didn’t enjoy it this much the first two times around.
I think because we are older, we are better able to cope with the screaming and crying and late nights. At least I feel a lot better able to cope. We appreciate it more because we remember how fast the first two times went.
It has already been a month, and that seems like it has flown by. All I have to tell myself is “this is just a season,” and I’m fine. The seasons go a lot faster now than they did before. By the time Christmas comes around, we will have forgotten this season and be on to a new one.
Time is simply amazing!