Like Brother, Like Sister

Brooklyn

Ty

Brooklyn

Ty

Brooklyn

Ty

Look alike? I think so, and everyone keeps telling me they do. Brooklyn has changed so much since she was born, looking forward to seeing just how handsome my little man is.

Your name.

I've been thinking about what your name will be ever since I found out you are a BOY. We named your sister during a Mets game, your dad was watching it on TV and I plopped down next to him with a list of names I had written out. We went through them one by one and quickly narrowed down the list.

It hit me, right away, her name would be Brooklyn. As I read it over and over it became so perfectly fitting. Your Dad was born there, we were married in the city, it was our New York, in Texas. Brooklyn. Her middle name, Noel, was easy as that reminds us of Christmas, our favorite time of year. We also found out we were pregnant with her, in New York, at Christmas. It all just fit.

Now, you are coming along and I am searching for the puzzle pieces that will make up your name. It doesn't have to be the same story as your sisters, although we have had many people suggest Bronx, her counterpart, or Austin, where your mama was born. Neither of those are working for me.

Will you be named after another city we absolutely love?
A favorite song or songwriter?
A favorite place we've traveled to?
A moment? A memory?
A grandparent?
An icon?
Favorite TV show?

Who are you?

Hmmmmm, mama is working on it baby, and it will be perfect, for you.

Second.

I was the only child for 8 years in my family. Then - THEY CAME ALONG. One right after the other, 18 months apart.

I love them. They are my siblings, my brothers, my friends. What will it be like for her when he gets here? We joke about how she'll drag him around by the hair, boss him into playing with her babies, blocks, books...eat his food, take his drink, steal his trucks. We laugh at her innocent manipulation, knowing all too well that even at a year and half old there is full intention behind her actions.

I'm 25 weeks this Saturday. I simply cannot believe that. Life is going by so fast right now it's everything I have to hang on to the days and cherish the moments. I haven't stopped to read anyones blog this week, work has just been way TOO busy. I hope to get caught up eventually as I turn to blogs like I do a good book or bad reality TV show - a place to escape for a few minutes.

I am making a mental effort as I approach my third trimester to soak this pregnancy up, to truly embrace it like my mother constantly reminds me to do. He deserves that from me, undivided focus on the one thing only he and I can share before he meets this big, bright new world, his da-da, and his big sister.

He's my second, my son, and I can't wait to meet him.

15 more weeks little man.