I was told that when you are finished having children, you'll "just know". Until I had our second child, I didn't understand. Now I do. This uterus has a "CLOSED" sign on it. We have two children, which is one for each parent. I find that for us, this works well. Besides, there are other members of our family that I need to keep a close watch on....
Every parent thinks it's adorable when their child adopts a "lovey". It's a stuffed animal, or a blankie, or some other comfort item your child forms an attachment to. We take pictures of the child with the lovey, we take the lovey to the park with the child, we give the lovey hugs when our child asks....wait a minute - take the lovey to the park? Why, of course. The thought of taking the lovey somewhere can strike fear into the hearts of parents...WHAT IF THE LOVEY GOT LOST!!!!????
My daughter has a lot of stuffed animals - I was the same way at her age. I loved my bear. He was forgotten at Grandma's once. So he took the Greyhound home. I forgot my blankie once on the way to grandma's. My parents drove an hour home just to get it, turn around and go back to Grandma's.
Some of her stuffies sleep on the floor, some at the end of her bed, but there are three that are the "special" ones. I'm talking about her Care Bears. She got the first one (Funshine) for Christmas when she was two, and it was love at first sight. Two other bears followed. Cheer Bear came first, and then another bear with a long name who was nicknamed "Heart". She also calls Funshine "Funsh", as apparently he needs a nickname too. These three bears have gone on many adventures with us.
Flash back to October 2008 - Hubby and I take the girl child and head to Hawaii with my mother and her husband. The boy wasn't born yet. Travelling with a young child can be a bit stressful. Hubby and I were always making sure that we had all of the important things. Money? Check. Passports? Check. Care Bears? Check. We're good to go. The Care Bears came on the flight in our carry on luggage. Note: ALWAYS TAKE LOVEYS IN CARRY ON. Our luggage didn't make it until the day after we arrived in Maui. Who cares about clothes?! WE HAD THE CARE BEARS. We had a great time in Hawaii. The Care Bears did too. When it was time to go, my mother had left her passports back at the resort and had to dash back to get them to make the flight home. We were ok. We had ours. And, we had THE CARE BEARS.
Hubby and I have gone over emergency preparedness plans. In case of fire, or tornado, or evacuation, he grabs the girl (she's heavy), I grab the boy and Hubby also must grab THE CARE BEARS.
The Care Bears need a bath occasionally. I have made up elaborate stories about what they do in the washer and dryer (swim, play mermaids etc) because the girl child was worried they would drown.
The Care Bears don't care if they get vomited on. It's happened a number of times. Again, Hubby and I have a system. I clean up the child, he gets the Care Bears in the washer IMMEDIATELY. They have to be clean and ready to comfort a sick child.
So, do you see WHY I can't possibly add another child to this family? I simply can't handle the responsibility of the child and the loveys. The boy hasn't yet formed an attachment to anything. He'd rather bite his Elmo stuffy, or use it to beat his sister with.
Our family is a family of 7. Hubby, me, two kids and three Care Bears. I must admit, we look cute in family pictures! I also have to admit, that when I'm cleaning up the girl's messy room, I give those Care Bears a little squeeze too...they are what she loves, and because I love her, I love them a bit too.
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