Tripping Over Cobblestone

What three means to me.

    I have not been blogging lately like I would like. I am realizing it is because I am still in the adjustment period. This period may take an extra long time. I am looking at my now three week -old little fish. It feels like ages ago that we were in the hospital, the pediatrician’s office. I am shocked that it has only been three weeks. I am trying so hard not to think about this being the last baby for us.

    My mind and body are exhausted but I am driven. Driven to suck every burp, grunt, gassy smile, eye cross, body twitch as I pat his back, and look into those sweet blue/grey eyes. Just in case he is our last sweet child.

    Thing 1 and 2 love their little brother. Watching me breastfeed the baby has spurred on some great questions like….

    "So you just push the button and the milk comes out?"

and yesterday at preschool we had an Easter egg hunt. The baby started to fuss and one of the mom’s in our co-op group asked Thing 1, "Is your baby brother is crying?"

To which his response was.

    "Yes. Moooommm! The baby just needs one b@@bie, not three, not four, just one." 

    My friend was shocked into fits of laughter. I was thankful she was the only one in hearing range. Thing 1 has definately got the breastfeeding technicalities down. 

    Thing 2 is just facinated by how thirsty he is all the time.

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