“Great job, buddy,” I laugh as I set our 4 year old son Hudson back down on the ground, after helping him reach to put the star up on the tree.

“Did Buddy see me helping?!” He asks frantically, whipping around to make sure our Elf on the Shelf sat upon the fireplace was in line of sight. Ever since we introduced the new Christmas tradition, he was obsessed with the ‘Santa’s elf’ always watching him.

I look back over at you, where you’re sat on the couch untangling some lights that you wanted to hang up outside on the gate into our driveway. I chuckle under my breath at the frustrated look on your face, making sure Hudson is preoccupied before stepping over to you.

“How’re you feeling? Any nausea?” I whisper as I lean down, pressing a light kiss to your temple.

We’d found out a few weeks ago that you’re pregnant with our second baby, and decided on keeping it to ourselves for the time being. That included on not telling Hudson about his new sibling yet, at least until we figured out how to.