You're My Home

Five years ago, Mr. T and I danced that most perfect Billy Joel song and started off our wedding reception. We knew that in the short future we would be moving out of the city in which we met, lived, got engaged and married in and moving to his hometown. I can honestly say it was the best night of my life, because without Mr. T, there would be no Toddler T and no Tiny T on the way.

We were married on August 11, 2007 and two days later left for our honeymoon in Belize. Then Hurricane Dean came and we were forced to evacuate 5 days in.  Hanging out in a boarded up Belizian  airport in the midst of a hurricane, hoping that American Airlines does not leave you hanging, is the epitome of romance.

Several months later we moved of our row house rental and having been unsuccessful in finding a permanent home, moved in with my in laws. We transitioned to living in Mr. T's childhood bedroom and our dear cat, suffered a nervous breakdown. All in all, it was really a non-issue and 5 months later we moved into our home.

Once we were settled in our house, life fell into a routine. Toddler T arrived and well, if you've been reading my blog.... you know the rest.

Which brings me to the past few days.

Mr. T and I returned to our Charm City and celebrated our anniversary at the same restaurant where we went the night we got engaged. It was delicious and I left very full and teetering in my too high heels. How the pregnant celebs do it, I'll never know. (Walk in too high heels, not feeling full. I mean, we know that they never over-eat!) The next day we picked up a miniature version of our wedding cake and brought it back to my parents' house to continue the celebration. Toddler T thought he was a part of our 'Wedding Party', because he was eating wedding cake.

We had decided that it was time to tell Toddler T our news and planned to do it tonight after dinner. 

Six months ago, I would have that this night would never happen. 

After dinner, I sat down with Toddler T and Mr. T turned on our video camera. 

I told him that we had news and that he was going to be a big brother. I then went on the explain, that mommy had a baby in her tummy but that the baby wouldn't be big enough to come out until Christmas.  He then went on to list all the things he would do with his baby. In no particular order they are:  Dig, hold the baby, teach the baby to use the drill, teach the baby to climb the ladder, give the baby all of his old baby toys and so on.

I'm honestly not sure how much of this he retained or will sink in. I know it is very superficial to him. But we took one more step and tomorrow he will tell his friends his big news.

This coming weekend, he'll get to share the news with his cousins and the majority of my family. Mr. T and I will get to share if we are welcoming a Mr. or Miss T to the family.

Exciting times for all.