Oh Brother!

I woke up this morning to hearing Lucas laughing over the baby monitor. I laid in bed listening to him play in his crib and not wanting to get out of bed. Curt jumped up, "Lucas is awake" while I rolled over and decided to stay in bed as long as Lucas sounded like he was happy. Over the baby monitor I heard Curt go into Lucas' room and tell him "good morning" and I heard Lucas happily babble back to him. I thought to myself "yes this is why I married him, cause I knew he would be a good father and he is going to let me stay in bed a little longer." Not even two seconds later I heard Curt call for me, "Hun, Lucas is awake and wants you..."...Yeah... that is the downside to being the only one in the house that can nurse Lucas. I am pretty sure Lucas is the only baby in the world that HATES to nurse laying down in bed. One of these days I know when Curt and Lucas are up watching cartoons together eating cereal and I am laying alone in bed I'm going to miss my early mornings with Lucas.

This afternoon I realized for some reason we had no food in the house. I knew if it was up to Curt we would just order something to be delivered. I hate spending money on take out because I know we could get enough groceries for a few meals for the same price as one delivered meal (I'm trying to hold out for going to an actual restaurant) I left Lucas at home with his Daddy and headed to the grocery store.

I ended up running into Curt's best friend Jason and Jason's mom. Jason explained to me how his stepdad was out of town and he and his Mom had been out all day and decided to swing by the grocery store on the way home because they were going to make English Muffin Pizzas just like his mom made him when he was little. His mom was just beaming and kept saying "My daughter will spend the day shopping with me but I never thought I would be out shopping with my son!" It was very sweet to see the two of them enjoying the day together.

When I got in the checkout lane in front of me there was this boy about 11 years old with his dad. He turned around and smiled at me and reached for the groceries in my cart and asked "Can I help you unload them please?" He noticed I had a few baby items and asked "how old is your baby?" When I told him that Lucas would be nine months on Thursday (yes nine months ALREADY!) he gave me this serious look and said "You are so lucky he isn't four!" His Dad gave him this stern look and I asked him if he had a sibling. He told me, "yes, a sister, the little monster is in the car!" He turned and followed his Dad out of the store and I checked out.

On the way home I couldn't help but smile because all I could think of was the conversation Brandi had with a "little sister" a few days ago. I kept thinking "I bet that is how my brother used to think of me!" On my drive home I thought of all these things I wish I had said to the little boy like "she is brat because she wants more than anything to be just like you" or "before you know it you guys might actually get along and you'll enjoy spending time with her," but then he probably would have given me his best "yeah right like that will ever happen," look!