We are all preparing for your arrival in our own way.
Dad is upgrading our coffee pot (priorities), putting together baby gear to make our life more functional, ordering lots of gadgets from Amazon, cooking for us (as always, you'll see), and of course doing normal things like dusting ceiling fans and cleaning toilets and filling an entire trunk of stuff for goodwill (these may have been my ideas....)
Darcie is asking lots of questions and checking in on me regularly. Does the baby like spicy food? Does the baby have manners yet? Is the baby kicking you hard? Is the baby making you tired? She has dubbed herself the "little mama" and promises to help take care of you. I actually don't doubt her. You'll learn not to doubt Darcie James.
Banks is testing everything out for you. Currently your swing and bassinet are occupied with her baby dolls. Your "HopHop" stuffed bunny is getting some extra love, too. And your pacifiers have almost gone missing on a few occasions from a very territorial 22 month-old.
Mama is waddling around ensuring home will be your happy place. You're on my mind every moment. It races, envisioning your face, and goes from task to task in a valiant effort to create intentional corners and drawers and spaces for you to occupy in our home. You'll be one of us. Your presence will change us and better us. I want you to take up space here and be known.
We each wonder what another little girl will be like here. Another head of hair for bows. Another recipient of hand-me-downs. More pink, more Frozen, more pigtails, more drama. Another future resident of the babe cave bedroom. Another member of the Rothwell Sisterhood.
But yet...your own person. Your own unique YOU. I can hardly wait to see who you favor, how you're different, and how you'll make your own splash. You have always been meant for us. And we're all eager to see you jump in and join.
Darcie reminds us almost daily how your arrival will impact her. Top on her list is moving to the top bunk so Banks can move to the bottom and you can move to the crib (she's got it all worked out), and next up is moving to the backseat of the van. Oh yeah, we bought a mini van. You, my sweet girl, are what pushed me over the edge into a "mini van mom." Although, I will mostly blame your Dad. He was very persuasive on your behalf. It's still settling in for me, but your Dad is straight up living the dream and I guarantee we'll have some pretty epic adventures in pretty epic places if he has anything to say about it. Here's to Rothwell road trips!
Back to the bunk bed. That was another big discussion between mom & dad. We got it when Banks was just a baby. It actually arrived in the mail the week before the pandemic hit and we set it up our first week of quarantine. I tried to convince Ben that we needed those cute little minimalist toddler beds, but he wanted function. He wanted practicality. A huge bunkbed that sleeps three kids. And who knew...it's going to do exactly that one day in the near future.
You can come now. Your family can't wait to meet you.
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