Week One

Our first week as a family of five has been one long love affair ... and how wonderful that has been.  Perhaps we've overdone it with the boys, but Mr. Right and I both want them to know how much they are loved as all kinds of time - by necessity - is being devoted to their sister.  Babies also do this special thing to people - they make everyone happy.  The honeymoon will certainly wear off, but for now we are enjoying every moment of it.


We came home from the hospital last Thursday - me still loopy from the whole hormonal experience as well as some particularly fabulous pain meds.  We all were spoiled for another 2 days while G&G M were still here to make the house run - grocery shopping, school drop offs, pick ups, chapels to attend, meals to cook, etc.  All four grands have been unbelievably helpful in keeping things "normal" which has made a world of difference for all of us.


Saturday was our first day alone as a family of five ... also "family fun night." The boys chose a Garfield movie for evening entertainment and inhaled a bag of popcorn.  I would like to say that #3's eating habits are different than the boys, but it seems she's an inhaler, too.  We're going to have to move to farm country and get some land and animals in order to feed this family in a few years.  We can barely keep up with the boys as it is!  Anyway, Garfield was an OK hit ... the popcorn was a bigger hit ... whole fam on the couch together was the biggest hit.


Mr. Right headed out for work on Sunday night and I started sweating.  He was only gone for one day, but still ... I was nervous.  Sunday night storytime started a new ritual - all 3 kids in their bean bags together.  Before #3 we used to do separate stories and goodnights so the boys would settle down.  So far, this new arrangement is working pretty well.  We'll see how it goes. As you can see, #3 prefers eating to stories.

And here we are - starting week two with our little ladybug.  She has been a dream of a baby thus far - crying when she's hungry and that's about it.  The boys have been as gentle as they know how to be, but have at times manhandled her a bit and she's fairly chill about it.  She's almost back up to her birth weight and seems to be enjoying the ability to stretch out.  This is shocking to me given that all signs were pointing to staying in the belly forever. We're all (still) thrilled that she is here and fighting over who gets to hold her.