Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time, Mimi thought we had a small family.....

(That was before she met the two on her lap in this picture.)

When I was born, my oldest sister was away at college. She sent a telegram home to my parents. It read, "Happiness is warm blanket with a new little sister inside."

Ditto.

Don't Hate Me Because.....

Before our sweet littlest sister arrived, I prepared myself for baby life...You know, sleepless life. In fact, what my husband and I both really prepared ourselves for was him on the couch for a while and me in bed with the baby girl nursing all night. That's the way it was with the Little Guy, and we were prepared to go there again. Really, I was looking forward to so much snuggle time.

But this time is different than ever before. Way different. Way.

Really, I have to preface the difference with, "Don't hate me because my baby sleeps...." I mean, I might have felt that way with my three previous babies. I might have really had a hard time liking you if you told me that on your third or fourth week together your baby was sleeping through the night.

That's the first thing that most people ask me these days..."Are you getting any sleep?" And I can see that they're just trying to rib me about how much my sweetie cries, eats, won't sleep, etc. But then I have to tell them this....

"Actually, she's slept through the night since about 3 or 4 weeks. I mean 5-7 or 8 hours or so. But before 6 weeks, she was sleeping all night. Every night. I mean 10-12 hours. Sometimes, I've had to wake her. And she naps."

Yep, she's all that. (And more...)

Relaxing

Fall Visit

Rememeber that I told you about our great friends who usually visit our house every three months or so? We had a great weekend with them (okay, it's been two weeks ago now....).

The littlest little sister got to meet two of her three godparents. Parrain(godfather) cooked delicious Italian sausage spaghetti and taco salad, and we feasted on his guacamole until they left on Sunday afternoon.

Of course, everyone was sad to see them go, but we look forward to the next visit and to them coming back soon for our little girl's baptism.

Six Weeks

Love this girl....

First Four Weeks.....

I admit it. I love the smell of breast milk. And spit up on my shoulder. I'm not planning to wear either of them (yet, perhaps I will) out to dinner to celebrate our anniversary, but I love the smell.




It gets sweeter with each new life that comes into our family. Because I have more memories. That smell reminds me of each warm, little head that I held in my hands, each small body that curled into mine, each child that gradually worked his or her way into my heart...the way that a shoe string is drawn tighter little by little until it is finally so tight that it is tied together.



And that is what has been happening around our house lately.