Babies are fun. Toddlers are more fun, especially when they can talk and play games; but, babies are fun in their own way. Brian is 8 days old now, and he’s trying to lift his head, is really good at flailing his arms and kicking his blankets off. He still sleeps a lot, but is now spending more time awake and staring at us. I love it. His little eyes are focusing and moving in the same direction (no more cross eyes… at least most of the time).
It’s fun finding out which body parts look like someone else in the family. In comparing baby pictures, Brian looks almost exactly like Max at the same age. Brian is a little longer, a little heavier and has (we think) a slightly bigger head. But, we’re probably going to have to start marking baby pictures so we know who’s who.
We’re now a family of four. I have two kids. Ok, I think it’s sunk in now.
Believe it or not, Monica is actually talking about us becoming a family of four before we move in two years. Pretty crazy, huh? So, um, no two kid horror stories, okay.
Congrates! Just wait till they reach their teens.
Congratulations! Did I say that already?
Enjoy it now! In two years, the fighting will begin and you’ll have nothing but long-lost memories of these peaceful, innocent days. In two years, you may find yourself scolding your older child for not giving the toy to the baby even though you know full well the older child had every right to have the toy. And as you’re trying to mend the hurt feelings of the older child you’ll stop and wonder, “Why the heck did I just do that?” And then you’ll remember the piercing, screeching: “My toy! MY TOY!” that was coming from the baby and you’ll feel at least momentarily justified.
But that’s still two years away. (=
I’ll say it again: congrats! He’s a mighty handsome spudlet.