"Don't Worry Twice"

It's a phrase repeated often in the Burgher house.  It came to us from one of my yoga instructors who rationalized that worrying doesn't serve much of a purpose because often that thing you are worried about never comes to be and if it does, your worrying didn't prevent it from happening and thus the whole act of worrying ends up being a waste of time and the cause of a lot of unnecessary stress.

Anyway, I am having a hard time following this advice lately as I have one significant worry that I just can't shake... 'how Olin is going to be when I go into labor'  It's an irrational concern because we have a list of wonderful friends that have offered to take him when the big day arrives and I know he will be safe and most likely even have a wonderful time with any of them.  But as his mommy, just the thought of him being worried or scared or sad or all of the above when Josh and I aren't around makes me burst into tears lately.

After years of working as consultants in our twenties and thus traveling and spending so many days and nights apart, Josh and I swore that when we had kids that we would put our family first ensuring that travel and long hours were a rarity.  We have stuck to this promise and it has been wonderful that Olin has never spent a day or night without at least one of us and most of the time our whole family is together.  It's great until times like these when it's necessary for us to be apart and I just don't know how he will react.  

The good news is that this little one always seems to amaze us as he handles new situations with such ease and I just need to remind myself of that and continue my mantra.  Sorry to go on, but this seems to be all that is occupying my thoughts lately and it's somewhat therapeutic to get it all out! 

On a separate note, this morning Olin gave us the opportunity to see what I think might be a challenge with having a little girl in the house.  We have his end of the year school picnic this afternoon (although there are still 2 more weeks of school left) and his teachers asked that all the children wear their school t-shirts.  Plus, it is going to be over 90 degrees here today and humid so along with his t-shirt, shorts and sandals are in order.  Well, the boy that usually wears whatever we put on him, threw an all out tantrum this morning about his outfit... he didn't want to wear his school t-shirt (he wanted to wear a different one) and he wanted to wear pants, socks and his green shoes.  He was still yelling "green shoes" when I said goodbye to him and Josh at the elevator this morning.  The last thing Josh said to me as the elevator doors were closing was 'please keep her in a little bit longer!'  My goodness, it wasn't our most serene morning.

Photo from Sunday when the temperature was still lovely (read: cool)...