I took Fuller with me to the doctor yesterday morning. It is the second time he has gone, but the first time since we had our big ultrasound and he was able to see the baby in my tummy.

It really amazed me when we went through the door from the waiting room back to the offices when Fuller saw my chart (in the nurse’s hands) and said, “You have pictures of the baby in my mommy’s tummy?” And then when we were leaving, he was telling me (loudly) he wanted to see “our baby.” I melted a little when he called it “our baby.”

A few months ago, maybe a year, I know I was mourning the thought of having our kids not be close in age. I know I was missing something we never had, a bunch of little rugrats running around keeping us from catching our breath.

But recently, I have been noticing how beneficial the age difference will be and glad for certain blessings: I’ll have one kid who can dress himself, not need diapers, and definitely sleeping through the night. I’ll probably save myself some arm strain because Fuller will be able to pop the pacifier back in the baby’s mouth when we are in the car. Heck, Fuller can probably hold the bottle while we travel.

I’m sure there are other benefits of having kids four years apart, but this one benefit is really making me excited: Fuller’s excitement. I think if he had been the “ideal” two and half when he became a big brother, I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t have experienced this. He really understands and can’t wait (neither can we!) for February to get here.

On the flip side, while he understands there will be a baby in February, I know he doesn’t understand yet what it will actually change in his life. I mean, he might have to give the baby her/ his paci in the car! How dare he have to help. Let’s just hope he’s more understanding about sharing his room.

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