Introducing Cavan and the wisdom of a two-year-old!

Cavan (pronounced like CAT not like KAY or KAH) is my two-year-old little girl, and what better to start this blog about life and parenting than with an anecdote about her.

The other day while I was taking a shower, Cavan was playing with some blocks and a dry paint brush. I asked her what she was doing and she said decorating cupcakes. I love her imagination. Of course, I try to play along by saying, "Can I have one?" She replies without looking up from her decorating, "Bear with me Mommy, they're not ready."

While I have decorated cupcakes in Cavan's presence, I have no idea where she got the phrase 'bear with me' (let alone know how to use it in the right context!) Wise beyond her years, I suppose.

Life with Cavan has been amazing—she is the easiest child I know. She sleeps for 11 hours every night, she plays quietly by herself if I need to do something (like right now writing this blog), she is a good listener (for the most part), and she takes a one to three hour nap every day. I know some of you moms and dads out there are ready to kill me right now, but I'm really not trying to brag—I'm just setting up the inevitable dynamic that is sure to enter my life in less than four months.

My husband is convinced that our next child will be a boy (we're not going to find out via ultrasound.) Everything about this pregnancy is opposite of my experience with Cavan—I even dare say that this baby has made my life miserable for five months and counting. Extended and violent morning sickness, repeated winter illnesses, a broken rib, and now sciatica. Granted, the baby didn't cause my bronchitis and sinus infections, which caused the coughing fits that fractured my rib, but, the baby did prevent me from taking any effective medications during that time period! Now all you moms who were cursing me just moments before are laughing your butts off because you and I already know that boy or girl, this new child is going to be trouble with a capital T. I hate to be the one who falls victim to a self-fulfilling prophecy, so I'll hold out optimism for another good eater/sleeper/listener, but aren't second children always the opposite of the first?

So on that note, I find myself in this strange netherworld—on the way out of the working world and on my way into full-time Mommyhood. If you care to hear my thoughts, fears, philosophies or general observations about life in-flux, follow and keep reading!