Just as things are getting so much easier with Edith, it's about to get a whole lot harder in the household.
Baby boy is scheduled to arrive in just a tad more than six weeks. His welcome coincides with Edith seemingly growing in leaps and bounds. I'm not just talking height and weight. More importantly, she's growing in understanding.
She can often choose the books she wants to read by title. She helps unload the dishwasher and set the table for supper. When she's especially tired at nap time or bedtime, she'll tell me she's sleepy. She has preferences and ideas.
Contrast that with what we'll be up against again in April. A tiny newborn who depends on us to decipher his screams for food, sleep and amusement. No walking, no crawling, not even any burping without some help.
Of course, basic infant needs are obvious, as are the differences between a newborn and a two-year-old girl. But it's been so easy (or comparatively so) the last few months compared to Edith's early days.
Those days will come again, I know. But while I'm excited to meet our new addition, I'm nervous that I've gotten too used to the ease of Edith.
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