Hair Cuts

Last night, while I was cutting your brothers' hair, I started thinking about what it will be like to cut yours.  When I was done, there was a huge pile of hair on the floor, all different shades from the darkest hair of Mime's, to the blond wisps of Mia Burrito's hair.  Oh, what it will be like to have yours mixed into the bunch.

On the way to the boys' nature camp this morning, they started asking all sorts of questions about you, but I cannot really answer, because we have not gotten that far into the process yet.  You will be a boy, under the age of 4 because that is what we are approved for.

But your siblings are excited anyway...They are so excited, maybe too excited.  They were wondering about what language you will speak and what your home looks like right now.  I reminded them that you might not even be born yet.  Mime was very concerned that you might get upset if you cannot understand us right away.  I reminded him that when he was born, he could not understand me either.  It is a constant flow of conversation about you.  I explained that you probably will not understand us completely, and there will be a lot of things that you are not used to; like sleeping in your own crib or bed, like having a tv on, like riding around in a car, or shopping at Target, or having whatever you want to eat, whenever you want it.

Bear Bear suggested that we should go shopping for Barney movies that are not scratched up.  Gabers suggested that he be the one to show you picture books and read to you.  Tayo said that he would teach you all about super heroes and good guys, while Mia said she would give you tea parties.  It was funny hearing them all - and to hear their love and concern for you before you even get here.  They are just like little drummer boys, trying to find their best gifts and talents to give to the baby.

You will be very spoiled when you get here.

I reminded them about how weird it will be for you to have a crib or bed to yourself because you are used to sleeping with other children in the orphanage.  Tayo said that you could sleep with him.  It is so funny because the boys hated to sleep by themselves.  I used to have all four boys split into an older group and a younger group; 2 beds in each room, and the rooms separated by the staircase.  And all night long, I would sit on the couch and listen to the pitter patter of feet across the floor.  And in the morning when I would wake them up, I would discover all 4 boys smashed into 1 or 2 beds.  They could not be separated from each other. So, I wised up, and instead of fighting with them about where they slept, and I put both bunk beds in one room.  So now, I just listen to them talk each other to sleep.  It has been amazing.  Tayo still likes to play musical beds - sometimes in Bear Bear's bed, sometimes in Gaber's or Mime's.  Brothers are a blessing.

You will learn so much from each other.