Gregory Amos Hamilton Ferrell.  Born May 4, 2014 so fast it wasn’t even funny.  We woke up on a Sunday morning,had some french toast, Pat put up a swing for Hank, and I knew Amos was not far from joining the party.  Hank and Marnana spent about an hour living it up outside while I got everything together for them to go to my parents, and after we made a pit stop to to Churches for my last meal, we gave our hugs and kisses and took off towards the hospital.

I got checked in around 3:30, labored like the beast I am with an amazing L&D nurse, and then in walks Dr. who-is-not-my-doctor. He was in such a hurry and had no manners at all, and I had zero time to be worrying about his feelings.

All that to say an almost 10 pounder joined our pack about 3 hours after we got to the hospital. Without Dr-who-is-not-my-doctor’s help.

IMG_20140505_102102We were all in love!  He was the first kid to not have any jaundice issues, and I was pretty much letting the nurses know what the next step in my recovery was since I’m a pro at this.  Sitz baths are for sissy’s.  Just give me my steak dinner and discharge me already.IMG_20140627_083649This baby couldn’t have been more suited for life in our house.  He tolerates his sister and isn’t afraid to bite her the second she crosses the line.  He’s also ridiculously funny.  He knows a good joke when he hears it.IMG_20141210_140003He doesn’t like Santa.  But his second try this past year wasn’t as traumatic.  Baby steps.IMG_20150125_214957When Hank first started talking, he called his pacifier Pal.  It was too cute to change and we’ve called them that with all 3 so far.  I love a baby with a pacifier picture like nobody’s business, and I welcome self soothing with open arms.

This boy doesn’t get far without calling out for his Pal.  I was excited to find out about the perfect length straps too this time from because you don’t know frustration until you have to search blindly through a bed or crib to find a pacifier at 2 AM.  Plus, in the vein of keeping it real, they don’t stink when they get all slobbery.  Double bonus!IMG_20150311_153912He loves to swing, but only at JUST the right speed.  Get too fast and he loses his mind and breath.  It’s funny, but we honor his wishes with the yellow nylon rope tied to the back of the swing.  When you’re sitting down next to him, it’s the perfect length for the perfect height for him. #winning. IMG_20150426_162535And talk about a natural at the beach!  Like he even had a choice.  He’s the one you have to keep your eyes on the entire time.  Turn your gaze for two seconds to check out that old man in a speedo 3 umbrellas down and he’s chest deep in waves with a mouth full of sand.

He made his first trip when he was 5 weeks old, before I’d even been cleared from my Doctor.  He was inducted into our Harbor Pool Club at Sandpiper with so much ceremony that he pooped a little on the lounge chair.IMG_20150517_183142He’s also eaten more cake than the other 2 kids combined.  Since it’s ALWAYS someone’s birthday around here, he was eating cake at a solid 6 months old, I think.  Like,it was his first word and all!

I waited until Hank’s first birthday to give him cake or ice cream.  Marnana probably made it to about 9 months old, but not this kid.  He’s a connoisseur by trade.  Don’t give him that box mix!  He needs the cream cheese frosting from Cupcake’s Ya’ll like he needs to breathe. IMG_20150614_143008He hates waterslides.  He’s very expressive, this boy.  If you follow my private account on Instagram, then you’re familiar with #amosthrowsafit.  He’s going pro any day now.20151113_173106And Blanket.  Insert tons of heart eye emojis here!  He’s the only kid who’s ever wanted any kind of comfort besides the pacifier.  He’s got 3 exactly the same, and then another 3 that are the same material.  He calls them Banks and no one is getting sleep if he doesn’t have at least 2 crammed under his neck.  I’m totally gonna let him take one in his backpack to school if he needs too.

I know what it’s like to have a material that brings you immense comfort.  I sucked my thumb until I was *cough* old enough to stop, but I had one of my mother’s old, silky nightgowns that I had to rub together before it meant anything.  I still catch myself “silking” tags or curtains occasionally.

That’s not weird at all.20151115_100853This boy is also so brave.  This turtle lives in our woods so we see him a lot.  The older 2 are such chickens when we watch him or pick him up.  Amos is all like “Move out of the way and let me see how much of my hand I can stick inside this hole.”

He’ll be turning 2 right around the time #4 comes into our lives.  I’m slightly worried that his attachment to me might be an issue, but I have no doubts that he’ll adjust in record time, because that’s what you have to do in a big family.

People regularly ask me if we know what causes big families, and my first response wants to be “No, please tell me,” but I end up saying something along the lines of how much we wanted all these people in our lives.  We might not have known it when we first got married, but it’s SO EXACTLY what path we’re supposed to be on right now.

One of our favorite shows is Parenthood (OMG at the tears I had for the season finale!!!!!) and there’s a scene from one of the earlier seasons when Amber has a car accident after a night of partying.  Zeke takes her to see the damage her car is in and tells her how he dreamed about this big family and all his grandchildren while he was in Vietnam. He goes on to tell her how she absolutely cannot mess with his dream, and that scene speaks to me big time.

Pat and I have dreamed of a legacy we know that has the potential to change the world.  If that means more than 2 children existing to make it happen, then bring on all the babies. I mean really, who doesn’t fall in love when they smell their own newborn, or gotten to sit in a rocker feeling that heavy, sleepy weight their bodies find when they doze off?

I’ll gladly take the exploda-poops and endless nursing schedules if it means my offspring will make waves when they go into the world.  It’s good stuff, even if you don’t understand it.


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