Welcome Baby Ethan

My best friend had a baby this week. She was scheduled for a c-section at 7:00am, and although I thought of her when the kids first woke me, I soon got caught up in the chaos of our mornings. Get everyone dressed. And fed. Do the princess's hair for picture day. It's show and tell, so hold a final 'practice' run. Pack her backpack. And her lunch. We're running late again, throw everyone into or onto the stroller and run the whole way to school before the last bell rings.

It wasn't until after I got home, and was sitting quietly for a moment with Badness falling asleep at my breast, that I looked at the clock again. 9:34. And it hit me - Evie has her baby. And I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, or the weight, or even if everyone is healthy. And at the same time that I felt a rush of love and joy for my friend holding her new child, I felt a certain sadness at not being there, not being part of that incredibly special moment.

I squeezed my boy a little closer to me, and thought back to his first moments in this world. I think that he's our last and though he drives me crazy I want to try to cherish every day I have him. Exactly as he is now. And try to stop wishing he'd just grow up.

Congratulations Eve and Jose - we love you