Baby Cakes

Whenever I talk to my mom on the phone, she always asks how "baby cakes" is doing. "Baby cakes" was Gabs, then Gwen, then Henry. And now William is "baby cakes." For some reason though, with William, I have adopted my moms term of endearment as my own for him. It suits him perfectly. Cake is sweet. And my "baby cakes" is as sweet as they come.

I think as woman, and especially as moms, it's in our nature to be worriers. We can't help it. And I worry. about. everything. Before William was born I often thought about how it would be with four children. Would I, all of a sudden, become this super stressed out person? Or would we never, ever, ever go out to dinner again because four children would be way crazier than three? I worried about how I would manage to get Gabs out to catch her bus if I was nursing a baby at exactly that time. And what about Henry? Oh how I worried about Henry. I worried that Gwen would never learn to buckle herself into her booster seat, because I could no longer reach her in the third row to do it for her once we put in the new car seat in.

But guess what? I'm not stressed out. We still go out to dinner from time to time. William has never even been awake when the bus stops at the corner. Henry loves this boy. And Gwen can buckle her own seat belt like a champ.

Everything I worried about was me just being silly. Sure, there have been moments when I'm trying to make dinner and Henry's wedging himself between me and the counter, and the girls are each asking me at the same time how to spell two different words and William is due to eat 10 minutes ago. Yes, that may have happened a time or two. But I don't need to worry.

Everything is just as I would have it be. William is beyond what I had prayed for. He's healthy. And beautiful. And it's as if he has always been here. He so easily became a part of all of our lives. He is a wonderful baby. I love his "Tom Brady", hair as our friend Scott put it, that sticks straight up. I love his little red cheeks and the fact that they must grow at night while he's sleeping 8 hours at a time because every morning I kiss them they're bigger and squishier than ever. I love that he just started smiling last night. He is changing fast. And growing by leaps and bounds. He most definitely has not been given the proper amount of face time on this blog I keep for my family. I will do better. Because he deserves it. But for now, enjoy the overload of extremely overdo photos of Baby Cakes.