
On birthdays and anniversaries, I think it's a great time to think back. Today, I am thinking back to the day I found out I was pregnant with Cale.
A few nights before Eric and I had a lengthy conversation on deciding whether we thought our family was complete with the two of us and Zach. We determined that the three of us would be just fine. Fast forward a few days, while Eric was out getting subs, I was thinking, it's unusual I am a little late, oh what the heck I will take a test- I think I have taken at least 100 (maybe a little less) and they are always negative, so I was confident it would be also, and besides a very fine Doctor gave us a less than 5% chance of having a baby together. HOLY CRAP- it was positive. I still get goose bumps thinking about it. I wait for Eric and look at the test several times, to make sure I wasn't imagining things. I meet him at the door and he knew something was up and when I told him, there was a priceless, overwhelmed expression on his face that I will never forget.:)
Fast forward 37 weeks later, a beautiful baby boy was born. Cale Matthew, a little blog tribute to him.
When I think about my little Cale I most often smile, because
* He is such a sweet, curious, happy and sometimes stubborn little boy
* I am pretty sure I rank at least third in his life behind his dad and his big brother, but I am happy to see him so much in love with the two of them. Cale will say, "Dad you are the best" and he will look at me and I will look sad and say, "Cale what about mommy" and Cale says, "mom you're the greatest." Perhaps a politician?
* I love seeing Cale play with his brother and it's happening more and more as Cale gets older. The other night Zach was trying to teach Cale how to play candy land, it didn't last long, but it still made me smile. They love to wrestle, which makes me a nervous wreck, but getting more use to it. My new rule, "you can play until someone cries or tattles and then you are done" One more brother story, Cale wants to go outside, he's not quite done with supper, I tell Cale, " you can go outside after you eat more supper", he is mad at me and says he doesn't want to eat any more. Zach is already done with supper and by the door and Cale is asking Zach" can I go outside with you". Zach says, " when you are done with your supper." Cale marches back to the table, starts eating the rest of his supper and says, "My brother told me I had to eat my supper before I can go outside."
* he talks constantly, it does drive his brother crazy (and us to sometimes), especially in the car. Cale loves to point out everything, asks as many questions as possible and just has random comments
* he was relatively easy to potty train
* he is such a good cuddler, lately he has been a little challenge to get him to stay in bed at night, he thinks of various reasons to get out and he comes in our room and has a smirk on his face, big eyes looking at you and says things like, "you lay by me please" "Jesus loves me one more time" "you rock a bye o me" It's so hard to say no to him and Eric and I both know it won't last for long that he wants to cuddle up to us.