that baby life
I've noticed something the last few weeks.
For the first time, we finally have "older kids" with our 5.5 and 7.5 year old boys. And between the two of them and Sean and I, we collectively reference the bottom two as "the babies."
Before, I felt like I just had a rather large herd of small and adorably needy little people to shepherd around. Now I have two big boys that help with the household chores, and that includes helping with THE BABIES. And now, my little ones are not just mine to dress, mine to feed, mine to play with.
"Joseph, please put on Gussie's shoes."
"Amby, please feed Stevie some yogurt."
"Joseph, please play pat-a-cake with Steve."
"Amby, please get Gussie a cracker... and then please catapult Gussie off an air matress."
The amazing thing to me is that as I've delegated more responsibility of the babies' care to the big boys, their love for the little ones has grown so much. Sure, I'm often breaking up squabbles or removing a baby from his or her assault on a big kid's Lego creation. But more often than not, the big boys are being genuinely and sweetly helpful.
It shouldn't be surprising to me, since I've been reading the Catholic mommy blogs for years. Heck, Kate wrote an awesome series of posts titled "Before I had a 7 year old," marking that magic transition a family makes when kids start pulling some blessed weight around the house.
But even if I knew it worked in theory, I'm still tickled pink to see it actually happen in my own home.
For that, along with so much more this Advent, I am truly grateful.