Here we are!
And here I go…to take a nap.
(just thought I’d check in)
I had all kinds of things on my to do list today, but this little fella has a scratchy throat and a faucet nose!
My sweet little Samuel has a stuffy nose too, and had the worst night of his entire life!!!
(sounds much more dramatic if you don’t remember that he is only 3 weeks old…)
So we road some bikes around the cul-de-sac, did puzzles, books, and art.
My to do list now only consists of “Make it to nap time”
(And if those little angels don’t stop talking and fall asleep before their baby brother gets hungry, I suspect it will change to “Cry and then make it to bedtime.”)
These pictures cheer me up.
(For the record, here was Isaac about 20 seconds before the other pictures were taken, when we told him he couldn’t take his ride-on motorcycle in the van.)
(And 5 seconds after that)
Just so you know- this has a LOT of pictures. I loved them all.
(waiting to meet his brothers)
A lady from the hospital had just come in to talk to me about…something…when I heard Isaac’s loud hoarse voice in the hallway. I interrupted her and told her that she needed to leave because my kids were coming in to meet their baby.
Come to think of it, she never came back. So let’s hope she wasn’t talking about anything important!
When Joseph met Isaac two and a half years ago, he was happy, interested in the baby, and then proceeded to ignore him for the next year. (remember when he was shocked when “that baby! hers crawling!”?)
But, this time around, these boys love, love, LOVE their baby brother!
(almost to death)
(he is in the sling a lot)
(Joseph makes this face when he feels awkward/ embarrassed/ nervous)
They are constantly wanting to hold him, kiss him, and wanting to look at the fact that “she has no teeth!” (we are still struggling with pronouns, obviously.)
(You can see Brian’s newly broken finger in this above picture. Broken 3 days before Samuel was born, and preventing him from completing his “Before Baby To Do List.” Sigh.)
If the baby is down out of my arms, they are in his business.
And I am trying to perfect the “loving-stiff-arm” move.
(Isaac saying, “Can I hold her?”)
Isaac is particularly thrilled about his new “Big Brother” role.
You know how I mentioned that he has a LOUD and HOARSE voice? Poor Samuel is learning what it sounds like right next to his ear, and without the filter of the womb.
(those meaty hands just kill me with their cuteness.)
But Isaac is quick to tell him, “Sorry I scared you! I forgot!” along with some reassuring head strokes.
He also kisses “her” two billion times a day.
And- SECRET THAT WE JUT DISCOVERED- when he kisses Samuel, he secretly licks him quickly too.
(We noticed the wet hair patches after the kisses)
Also they both love to tell him “It’s okay! I’m here!” when Samuel cries.
Basically, we all love this little fella like crazy!
(I want to lick him a little too.)
Catching up a bit!
Yesterday I carried on a 10 minute conversation with our neighbors, talking about how three kids were no big deal so far- and when I came in I realized that my shirt was on inside out. And the ponytail was not as camouflaging to my two-day-dirty hair as I imagined.
I think they may suspect that I’m lying.
(long, long nails at birth. Dude was clearly overcooked.)
Joseph has a pair of boxer briefs that he loves, loves, loves and refers to as “his favorite undies.”
Every night after bath/shower, he asks if his “favorite undies” are clean, and lately the answer has been no. Finally a few days ago, I excitedly told him that yes! they are clean tonight!
To which he replied, “Interesting! So, to clean a pair of undies, it takes about 4 days!”
Joseph has also suggested that we refer to Samuel as “waaahmuel”.
Although, really folks, other than 7pm-midnight, he is an ANGEL!
The rains have started here in the Portland metro area. I would call them the autumn rains, but any Oregonian knows that they are actually the autumn-winter-spring-and early summer rains.
I am so happy they are here! Rain on the roof, cozy fires, sweatshirt season, pumpkins, apples, Halloween on the horizon, Christmas after that, AND a new sweet smelling newborn that is ALL MINE?! I am so blessed.
(Seriously, LONGEST BABY TOES EVER.)
Alternatively titled: Call before you come over because I have a breast hanging out.
Did you know that you are supposed to feed your newborn an average of 8 times a day?
And, at least for my little sleepy guys, each session (including a diaper change) lasts about an hour.
Totaling 8 hours a day!
Basically I have a new full time job.
An ADORABLE new full time job!
That makes my nipples bleed.