Both kids are sleeping. Jon’s outside chopping wood. And I’m blogging. All is as it should be. 🙂
Things have been going really well since we arrived home…I’m a little shocked by that. I expected to have a hot mess on my hands, and there have been a few insane moments, but it’s been fairly…enjoyable. I won’t say perfect or lovely or seamless, but we’re all getting along really, really well. Abby loves to see the baby and give him little pokes and waves. When she remembers he’s around, she is pretty taken with him, but she mostly ignores him and just does her own thing, which is totally ok. I was so afraid she’d be sad or mad to have another person around the house, but she has just rolled with it. She wanders past him, saying “Hi, Ri!” Super cute.
Jon has been amazing. I couldn’t have picked a better daddy for my kiddos. He is patient and helpful and loving and has made this entire transition 1000 times easier on his wife.
And Riley is, so far, a pretty easy going baby. Another blessing! He might outgrow this laid-back attitude, but I’m loving it while it lasts. His has his daddy’s relaxed nature…thank goodness. Mommy’s uptight enough for the entire family. And he’s an awesome burper. I think we’ll keep him. When we left the hospital, his weight had dropped from 7 lbs 1 oz to 6 lbs 10 oz; at a week old, he’s already back up past his birthweight and is 7 lbs 4 oz, which the doctor is thrilled with. Yay, Riley!
The house is kind of a disaster zone. The garden needs to be weed-whacked, probably plowed under.
And we’re running out of clean underwear. But life is good and we’re enjoying this time.