Wowa

Eva got to meet her 4-month-old cousin Aurora this Thanksgiving. Among other great things about going to Chicago for a visit (her grandparents, her uncle Corey, a park with some new equipment and a lion drinking fountain, a train line nearby, a huge box of Playmobile toys) - this time there was a new kind of entertainment. I think that Eva liked the baby as long as I was not holding the little bundle on my lap. At the very least Eva did not attempt to hit, bite or poke the baby, she just looked and smiled. And when we asked her to say "Aurora" she would produce a happy "wowa" and enjoy our applause.

And I was reminded similtaniously about how much joy tiny ones are and also how much work they take. At 4 months Aurora sleeps better than Eva does now (it did not help that Eva got a stomach flu and I had to spend 3 nights holding her burning body on my chest all night with hourly nursings). And now I am thinking that I don't necessarily HAVE to have another baby - I have been through it all and I would gladly do it again, but suddenly this urgent desire to have a small one, which was present ever since I had Eva, since she grew up so fast - well this urge is just not there. Maybe it will come back?