While I was in my room earlier today, I overheard the kiddos talking to each other.
First Scorch tried to teach Beaner how to color within the lines (total fail- she’s only 2).
Then he tried to explain to her why we had to cheer for the Yankees & the Giants today (because those are the teams Daddy, Papa & Grandpa cheer for, of course).
Then their conversation turned heavy. Scorch tried to explain Heaven to Bean (it is a place in the sky that you can’t see because the clouds get in the way that you go to when you’re really, really old. Bean really didn’t care).
Scenes like that play out every day in my house- the two kids talking to each other about anything and everything.
After all the struggles we had to have Scorch, I wasn’t sure if I wanted a second child. Scorch was (is) perfect in just about every way and our family was in a great spot. Two jobs, a small business, and one kid- things were more then manageable! The Hubs & I hemmed and hawed over when- if- to have another kid. When Scorch was 2? 3?
And then I found out I was pregnant. Accidentally. Unexpectedly. Amazingly.
I can’t imagine how quiet our house would be if there wasn’t two of them.