But some things, you may want to pay a little more attention to.
We knew each other pretty well by the time we got married. We had dated since high school and then there was the engagement period that we now refer to as "when time stood still". It only lasted 3ish years, but seriously, it was long.
During that time we talked about a lot of things, including our future children and what we thought they would be like. We had lots of laughs over the possibilities that lay ahead. His athletic ability, my height, his charm, my eyes, his smile, my musical inclinations, his brains...did I mention my height?
Then there was the flip side, which was equally entertaining. They could have his height, my athletic ability, his vocal stylings, my need for orthodontia, his hair line, my
and that's when I asked
What if you, Mr. Professional Athlete, have a son who plays the tuba in the marching band?
He didn't even hesitate to say - then I will learn to love the marching band. (Okay, he hesitated a little, give him a break, will ya, people?).
Then we had Lainey. As a paranoid first time mom, I was reading everything I could about milestones and when infants should be doing what. She never really rolled over, but I thought - hey, she's just a content baby, no problem with that. At six months she sat up, hallelujah, we're right on track. And then she sat. And sat some more. For the next.five.months.
Girlfriend didn't want to roll, never really cared to crawl and pulling herself up?
No thanks, my mom can hold me.
Finally, at the ripe old age of 17 months, she walked. It was a bloomin' miracle. We had to make an appointment at the Shriner's Hospital because her feet turned out so far, but hey, she was walking!
Then I got pregnant with the Littles.
Sometime during my pregnancy, Marcia, a dear family friend, sent my old pediatric medical records to my mom. What a gift!
As we were skimming through them, my hubby came across a form that my mom filled out for my 3 year well child visit. There were lots of questions but one in particular caught his attention.
Please put this piece of paper on the ground. Can your child jump over it?
She circled "no".
I laughed so hard I had to pee.
My poor hubby. He thought his genes were stronger than mine. But hey, I have done my part. Our girls are going to be seriously tall.
Which should help when they have to carry that big old glockenspiel in the marching band.