Why have I been posting so much? I am not sure, but maybe it's my way hanging on to a thread of sanity and normalcy with a new infant in the house and trying to recovery from the surgery (pitifully slow). The Percocet is officially done and I am a little sad.
I had no idea how much I would appreciate my two-year-old once the baby got here; if anything, I expected things to take a turn for the worse with her and that I would revel in the non-smelly diapers and sweet innocence of the infant. But Mr. Baby is a wailing, pooping, burping, secreting bundle of BOYness that I am trying to figure out, and Jane is still sitting on her pedestal in my eyes. I realize the Terrible Twos Fairy reserves the right at any moment to visit my girl, she just hasn't come yet. She is so easy.
Here are some gems of her's I needed to document for posterity. After getting out of the tub last night: “I need to stay nudy.”
Running into Fifi our cat and both jumping in surprise: “Fifi is scared to me, Mom.”
After hearing me complain about Fifi’s fur on the couch: “Maaaamaaaa, Fifi is on cooouuch!” Can you believe the tattle telling is already begun?
Patting herself on the backside I asked “What are you doing?” She replied “Making Samantha burp!” After a nice African American young man came to the door seeking support for a non-profit venture: "Mom, dat Uncle Jarom!" My younger brother Jarom is certainly not black. I am still trying to figure this one out.
"I need to ride on Samantha's new bike with Daddy to park."
Watching me nurse Baby Boy: “Baby eating Mom’s booties.” Where did she get the word "booties?!"
Watching me nurse Baby again later: “No, Mark, that’s my lap.”
Sitting on my knees while I nurse Baby (again) “I love you Mom. I love you I love you I love you.”
Parenting kids different ages is truly a joy, because at any given moment, someone is doing something wonderful. And at most given moments, they are all cute.
We have a million pics of the last few days. Having a new baby is obviously intense, so I am gonna dump favorites, I know it's a lot but I can't resist. Thanks to all our friends and family for phone calls, emails, visits at the hospital and love. We feel so blessed. Having a new little one in our lives is magical and wonderful, plus he hasn't hit the six-weeks-I-no-longer-sleep phase.
We have very few open-eyes pics of the little man, he is quite the sleeper. I can't complain, but the obsessive picture-taker in me is getting antsy to see those baby blues.
IV fluids make faces and feet puffy, but I love my boy even a few moments after surgery
Samantha meets Brother, no name yet, for the first time
Nothing makes a two year old look bigger than placing her next to her newborn bro...
My favorite gift so far: a quart of ice cream from White Mountain Creamery in Wellesley from Hubs' brother
Beloved Gma Jane is here to save us!
You all know I LOVE crying babies (seriously, I love when my kids cry)
getting ready to leave the hospital - Baby wearing a baseball outfit, just like his dad did when he was a baby - thanks Gma Marianne!