Yesterday was February 17th, 2009 a normal day for most of the world. Scott would have turned 8 months old. I was thinking about him, and imagining what he would be like. He might be trying to crawl, and cooing quite a bit, eating those little puffy things, clapping, and playing. It seems almost weird to me sometimes thinking that my life would be so different if he were here. I would have an extra child on the loose in my house. Another one to tag along to the grocery store, playgroup, church, and all my other activities. I actually probably would not be doing crafts nearly as much and would absolutely love it. I would love a fussy baby, a hard day at the store with two kids, a messy house, no crafts, slobber, dirty diapers, and the complete chaos that more than one child would bring because at least I would have my two.
I have to admit that it would be quite fun to really know what he would be like at this age. My memories of him are of course as an infant, but I do think of how he would be as a bigger baby. I would love to give up all of my crafts and time to have both of my little ones pulling on my leg for attention. Summer does a pretty good job for both of them I suppose. She keeps me going and entertains me. She is full of life and optimism as most children are. I love her, and as a paranoid mother sometimes I love to just check on her an make sure she is breathing at night. Summer makes me so proud, and I love being her mom.