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<\/p>\nThe oldest in our house has always been, well the oldest. And I don’t mean in age. Although I guess that is what makes him who he is.<\/p>\n
He was not even two when his brother came along. I expected so much out of him, as a two year old. I expected him to be older. When the others turned two I remember shaking my head at how I expected so much more of the oldest. I guess that’s just the way it goes.<\/p>\n
Now it’s like there is another adult in the house. And I like that.<\/p>\n
A couple weeks ago we had some guys here to remove some dead trees. One of them got a little huffy with me because I didn’t want to pay him until he finished his work. It got dark, it wasn’t done, he said he would come back tomorrow. He wanted full payment. I said no. He started mumbling stuff. Andy was on his way home, but I felt a little scared.<\/p>\n
I got the big mag flashlight and went upstairs and told Austin, who was playing guitar, to come downstairs and play. Because even though he is only 14, at almost 6 feet tall I felt a little better with the tree guys looking in the windows and knowing I wasn’t alone.<\/p>\n
I used to feel bad that we have always expected more of him. But now that he is getting older I see that it suits his personality. He is such a first born. So I guess it’s ok that he was treated like one.<\/p>\n
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I had the Ellen show on today while making dinner, Pierce Brosnan was on and he was talking about his kids, “I waited a long time to be a dad, watching the clock tick- wondering when it would happen. I am just kicking back and enjoying every minute of it now. It’s the best time of my life.”<\/p>\n
I feel that way. My life got a million times better the day this boy came into my world. It’s not easy. In no way is it easy. But nothing worth it ever is.<\/p>\n
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The oldest in our house has always been, well the oldest. And I don’t mean in age. Although I guess that is what makes him who he is. He was not even two when his brother came along. I expected so much out of him, as a two year old. I expected him to be older. When the others turned two I remember shaking my head at how I expected so much more of the oldest. I guess that’s just the way it goes. Now it’s like there is another adult in the house. And I like that. A couple weeks ago we had some guys here to remove some dead trees. One of them got a little huffy with me because I didn’t want to pay him until he finished his work. It got dark, it wasn’t done, he said he would come back tomorrow. He wanted full payment. I said no. He started mumbling stuff. Andy was on his way home, but I felt a little scared. I got the big mag flashlight and went upstairs and told Austin, who was playing guitar, to come downstairs and play. Because even though he is only 14, at almost 6 feet tall I felt a little better with the tree guys looking in the windows and knowing I wasn’t alone. I used to feel bad that we have always expected more of him. But now that he is getting older I see that it suits his personality. He is such a first born. So I guess it’s ok that he was treated like one. I had the Ellen show on today while making dinner, Pierce Brosnan was on and he was talking about his kids, “I waited a long time to be a dad, watching the clock tick- wondering when it would happen. I am just kicking back and enjoying every minute of it now. It’s the best time of my life.” I feel that way. My life got a million times better the day this boy came into my world. It’s not easy. In no way is it easy. But nothing worth it ever is.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":6971,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[72],"class_list":["post-6970","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life","tag-austin"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/12\/IMG_8111copy.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6970","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6970"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6970\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18001,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6970\/revisions\/18001"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6971"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6970"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6970"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6970"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}