Oh to be a two-year-old 6th child. There are, perhaps, few other beings in all of existence showered with such constant adoration.
If everyone were so loved I’m not sure if the world would be full of complete joy and happiness . . . or just a lot of over-confidence and entitlement.
But this boy . . . he lives in a cocoon of utter doting. So many are constantly at the ready to cater to his whims and humor his every desire. So many to praise, and ooh and ahh over his every word and action.
He’ll grow up of course. He’ll become more of a peer to his siblings. He won’t always be handed every toy, and rushed every treat; met with a chorus of adoring “good morning”s and sent off with overly-exuberant “good nights” from all.
But my goodness. What a lovely way to spend your first years of life. What a happy way to come to this earth: as a little sixth child. 
And . . . a few other moments from the first weekend in October (one I was convinced would see us playing by the lake . . . as opposed to bundling up in coats and mittens):
When we looked back through our pictures, the kids thought this little offering was hilarious. I love Schleich animals and was just trying to capture a few of the ones Anders was playing with, but, apparently, the image looked like the horrible aftermath of a dog-gone-wild farm scene.
Daisy takes after her mother in her fondness for baking. She gathered all the ingredients for our little weekend away so she could make a pumpkin pie for us.
And, I think I’ve mentioned before how ridiculous it was that my initial impression of Mike was one of someone a bit cocky and unfriendly. Nobody exists who is more kind and good than my Mike. Still, every now and then, I catch a glimpse of him that I can see might make someone think he was . . . I don’t know . . . someone very different from who he is.
Here we go . . . this is closer to who he is.
Lastly, a few miscellaneous shots:
6 comments:
My little brother was the youngest of 6 after a 6 year break of babies. He was very much the center of attention! Much loved by all. :)
I love all of these pictures, but I was especially excited to see Anders playing with the old wooden barn. I remember buying it from a boy about 10 years of age. He told me that his grandfather made it for him, and I tried to talk him out of selling it because it was so beautifully made and should have been kept as a keepsake, but that didn't seem to make any difference to him, so I bought it and loved it for many years. I'm so glad it's still being played with.
PS: I'm also impressed with Daisy's pie. Wow! I still don't make good pies. Maybe she can teach me something.
I love how you explained why being number 6 is such a blessing. So many people seem to think that being the 9th child must have meant I was quite neglected. But I sure never felt that! After all those boys...finally a girl! Me! Apparently I was quite adorable. Then you came along with your blue eyes and dandelion hair and you were loved. Then Meg...well, you know, the squeaky wheel gets the grease. We, like Anders, are blessed blessed blessed!
Great pics of Mike!
I love how you explained why being number 6 is such a blessing. So many people seem to think that being the 9th child must have meant I was quite neglected. But I sure never felt that! After all those boys...finally a girl! Me! Apparently I was quite adorable. Then you came along with your blue eyes and dandelion hair and you were loved. Then Meg...well, you know, the squeaky wheel gets the grease. We, like Anders, are blessed blessed blessed!
Great pics of Mike!
That made me laugh that your first impressions of Mike were that he might be somewhat cocky and not the friendliest of men lol. I've always thought he was so easy going and friendly :) Glad you two found each other and made 6 adorable children :)
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