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Life Moves

In three days our little Hallel(ie) Belle will be two months old. In one month from today our little Torah Bean will be two years old. Life moves. Life moves on. And before you know it, your newborn is 2 months, and your baby is two. Your oldest has lost her first tooth, and your second playing the role of mini-mamma at every chance she gets.

I never believed them when they told me to cherish the moments because they pass so quickly. In those first couple of months there’s so much adjusting. There’s always a messy home. And it’s hard to not be tired for what feels like no good reason at all. And, it’s hard to remember that these moments, the messy house moments, are exactly what you cherish.

Because you blink. And then she’s two months old. And then she’s two years old. And then she’s a mini-mamma. And then she’s lost her first tooth.  And soon enough, too soon enough, the messy house will be gone. Because life moves. Life moves on.

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To Our Fourth Season

Dear Season 4,
Here we are. Just days–or weeks in my case–away from your big debut. We’re about to go from being a small tribe to a regular old tribe. No more small cars for this family. You, season 4 are expanding us in so many ways.
When our first season was born, I remember promising in my heart that I would always make a huge deal out of each pregnancy. I didn’t want any subsequent children after season 1 to feel like they weren’t as important, or as thought about.  As the littles have come, and now here your arrival as season 4 is quickly approaching, I realize how immature that idea was.
There has been nothing more satisfying then happily just expecting you. You’ve found your place in this family with out fanfare. You’ve grown inside me as though this is just the way it should be.
I like that.
I like being comfortable with you. I like happily expecting you. I like enjoying our relationship of kicks and hiccups with out great fanfare.
I’m learning that growing up is so much fun. It was special and extravagant to have season 1. It was grand rite of passage of womanhood that I didn’t know existed. Now, with you, season 4, you are a grand comfort and expectancy of motherhood. I was so wrong to ever think that enjoying the comforts of having “another” little was a slap in the face to that little. No, it is a great honor.
You season 4, you are a welcomed comfort.