So Long Summer...See you next year!

This summer has gotten better everyday. It was full of firsts for David, Fletcher, and I. The first taste of baby food, first swim, first trip with and without baby, and the first time I will go back to school with a 5 month old. I have enjoyed this summer so much, but a small part of me is ready for volleyball season and for the school year. I have struggled this summer with the idea of going back to work. Not because I don't love love love my job, but because volleyball season means less time at home and less time with my little (and big) man. I have also struggled with the fact that I am excited about going back to work, because I love my job. ( Shouldn't I be depressed to leave my baby?) It is a strange balance I am learning to adjust to.   However, this last week I have had such a peace about it all. I know it won't be easy, and there will be days when the only time I will see him is through the baby monitor as he is already asleep when I get home. (Those days will stink).

What I have come to realize is that I have been blessed with a job that is not only a means to an end but a true calling in my life. I struggle because I know I am also called to be a good mom and wife.  I always said if my job gets in the way of that I'm done. However, we are learning how to make my family a part of that calling. (Maybe it is just a way of making me feel a little less guilty for not being at home with Fletcher all the time) But the reality of it is we both need to work, so we will make it work for the benefit of Fletcher, and he will and has already learned how to eat, sleep, and run around in gyms.  Sometimes I can't wrap my head around the fact that  I will spend more time with someone else's child than my own, but the time my family does have together will be that much better.

And lets face it...there is no way I could do what I love to do without the support of my loving, understanding, and selfless husband. Those nights that I have cried because I'm scared my son will forget who I am, he reassures me that everything is going to be just fine...not easy...but will be fine. And those nights I am excited about getting back, he celebrates that with me.  He knows how to comfort me without sugar coating anything, and is a dad that loves being with his boy. He sacrifices time to himself to be with his boy and told me he will do his best to make sure Fletcher gets to as many games as possible. We both believe it is important for him to see us working and doing what we love.

So am I ready? I am. I will find ways to make our time together that much more special...summer times will be full of playtime...and my boy will probably get rocked to sleep more than he should. (don't tell babywise. :)

And if we get too busy we will just leave Fletcher with the dogs. :)

Why 3???

A couple of years ago David and I were sitting in his brothers living room, and his older ,wiser, yet much smaller big brother :) said something about starting to try for number 3. David and I glanced at each other and I so kindly blurted out WHY? It really wasn't meant as a why...you can barley handle the two you have...but more of a why would you want a third your other two children are perfect. You have a boy and a girl that are cute, well behaved, intelligent...why mess that streak up? I mean really. It was beyond me why anyone would want more children than they have bedrooms in their house. (John and Molly please keep reading...it gets better)

Fast forward to May 2, 2011. The world is graced with Miss Sunny Hunt. A tiny little thing compared to my huge headed rolly polly born just two months before. So now the older Hunt brother has a four year old, three year old, and a newborn. WOW! Still I'm thinking this is stressful....Why?

Well the passed few weeks I've been able to hang out with the other Hunts more...and I'll tell you Why? They were made for this! They should totally be a family of 5...there is no doubt in my mind now. Stressful?... at times....Painful?...only when all three plus mine are screaming at the same time...Fun?...absolutely....just think of the fun those three will have in just a year. Molly is a fantastic mom of three and balances a fussy newborn plus two little ones all day long.(I could never do that) I mean there is chaos...don't get me wrong. But when I've been around it is such fun chaos. I love dinner time at the Hunt  house, playing with the big kids while I try to keep my baby awake, and they try to make their baby go to sleep. That is the best chaos I've ever been a part of!

So to John and Molly...sorry I doubted...you two were made for this. Now will David and I ever be a family of 5....don't hold your breath. :) But we don't need to be; Fletcher can just grow up pretending Miles, Lucy, and Sunny are his siblings. :)