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who needs a stinkin' leprochaun?

sometimes i see those beautiful "stair-step" families - you know, the ones where each child is precisely a head taller than the next child, each is more beautiful than the next, and you know that there's not more than two years between any two of them. when we lived in phoenix we saw them all the time, probably because of the large mormom population in that part of the country. (i'm not stereotyping there - there is a tenet of the faith of the church of jesus christ of latter day saints that encourages large families. i'm no religious scholar so i won't attempt to discuss the dogmatic specifics.)

when i saw those families in the past, i had two thoughts: 1) how beautiful and 2) how on earth does that mama do it? and maybe a third one, 3) why on earth does that mama do it?

but now that john's pretty officially out of the baby phase, i can understand it. i miss having a baby.

don't get me wrong: i would not change one single thing about john. i wouldn't give up this little-bitty-boy phase, with the learning to talk and learning what he likes and doesn't like and exploring the world. i LOVE where he is right now. and every time he changes, i love that step even more. it's truly awesome.

still, i sure do miss having a baby around.

and we will, eventually - our family's not quite ready to tackle that next step yet. and that's totally fine with me, because *i'm* not quite ready to tackle that next step yet.

but ... mamas with the beautiful stair-step families? i get it.

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