There are definite advantages to the boys getting older.

Case in point our quick visit to the doctor’s office yesterday morning*. Lately I have been keeping a bag packed for the boys, filled with some diapers, extra clothes, cars and snacks. It’s nice to be able to grab and go without having to restock Every. Single. Time.

But the better part is being able to leave that bag in the car and walk in-WALK in without anything but my purse and boys. If we could ever get Preston interested in using the potty, I would be able to get rid of those damn diapers!! (he still giggles and rolls his eyes when we ask if he wants to try)

I’m pretty thrilled to not have to take the stroller everywhere we go as well. Really thrilled. Even though Preston walks s-l-o-w…

At first, the realization that Matt would be going into kindergarten in the fall was sad and scary (for me, not him), but the more I look at my boy growing up, so smart and friendly, the more I am looking forward to the adventure.  He’s going to do great in school.  We’ve signed him up to start soccer in the fall, too.  I’m pretty excited about that as well, as I think the exercise and group sport will do wonders for him.  Of course, I’m afraid, too.

I’m afraid of bullies and mean kids.  I’m afraid that people won’t get him and his sense of humor.  I’m afraid someone will hurt him, not physically, but emotionally or mentally. I’m afraid, like I would guess most parents are at times of big life changes.

Exciting and scary – pretty much sums up parenting in two words, eh?

There was probably a point to this post…

Oh, yeah.

I was thinking about my cousin and her new son.  How she has three little loves in her life now; how she’s got that much more love, and that much more work ahead of her.  And I was thinking about how Mike and I have always said we were pretty much done with our two boys, but that we reserved the right to change our mind later.  And how everyone always asks if we’re going to “try for a little girl”.  And I look at Amanda and sigh when I read her posts and twitters about her new sweet baby and her adorable little girls and I think that is what it is ALL about.  The pure love and joy of children.

And I realize that at this point, I don’t want another one.  Of course, I reserve the right to change my mind, but right now, I’m satisfied.

And I didn’t even realize I was thinking about it AT ALL, but suddenly, I feel better for knowing, like I’m not waiting for something; like I can focus on my boys and my husband and everything else in my life and not wonder (apparently subconsciously) if something is missing.  Because really? When it comes to my little family? It’s perfect.

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* Preston hurt his foot and the nurse suggested we come in…actually the conversation went like this:

Me: Hi! My son hurt his big toe or foot last night and now he’s limping.  Should we give it a few days or..

Nurse: He’s limping?

Me: Yes, well, he’s walking on the edge of his right foot, avoiding pressure on his big toe. Should…

Nurse: Dr. K has an opening at 11:30….<proceeds to get all of my information>

Me, flumoxed: um, ok, uh, see you then… <hanging up phone and talking to myself: I guess that means they want to check it out?!> hehe

Doctor not very concerned, but gave us req. for xray if still bothersome by Friday morning. Wheeee!!  Thinks it is more his foot, not his toe. We still have no clue what he did.