We’ve been joking around, specifically on the way to the emergency room last night, about which of us the baby will take more after. Last night, we figured he was taking after his pregnant mom, being three hours early… you know, to his appointment for LIFE. On the other hand, as we’re sitting on the couch 24 hours later, it seems this little guy might be taking more after me. He’ll come when he’s ready and there’s not much else that’s going to force him out.
Onto non-baby news, look at how much this other kid that lives with us has grown in the last six years.
He’s gone from sweet, Nintendo DS playing baby faced 10 year old to 17 year old maniac that learned to drive a golf cart last month with his great uncle Pete. The maniac part really only applies when he’s flying around the corner without any knowledge of how to slow that thing down. The rest of the time, he’s just a kid with a 3.8 GPA this semester that’s busy filling out college applications left and right.
Something I wouldn’t recommend: having a baby at the same time your oldest kid needs to be touring all of these colleges before he decides on one. Probably should have done some of that over the summer but know we know better for next time. That’s how that works, right?