Well, we did it. 2.0 arrived late late late Thursday night. He was 8 lbs even and 21" long. His hands and feet are huge! For the most part he is a happy, health little man.
His sisters are... excited, but cautiously. The Gremlin thinks he's a fun little toy and likes to give him hugs and kisses and pat him on the head and face and belly. She thinks it is fun to put blankets on him and bounce his seat. She also thinks all of his seats are for her as well... even if he is in them at the time. The only time she doesn't like him is when it means mom can't do whatever it is she wants me to do right at that minute, which is quite frequently. This is going to be the difficult part. How do you feed an infant and get a 1 and a half year old up, dressed, fed and out the door every morning? Especially when that infant wants to eat every hour and a half at night? I guess this is something we will have to figure out as we go. I have a feeling there will be lots of crying... from all three of us.
The Monster is protective of her little brother and will growl at the Gremlin when she gets too rough or does something she doesn't approve of. Clearly she is back in protector mode. And her Majesty has finally found the nursery and wants to go in there all day long. We have to keep the door closed all night so the two humans don't wake each other up with their dueling cries. And while he is quieter than his sister, 2.0 has a voice loud enough to hear over the Sleep Sheep and through the closed door.
This is definitely a transition time. To say that I miss my time alone with the Gremlin would be an understatement. It is eating me up that I don't get to sit with her and focus on her. My husband is currently getting her ready every morning and taking her over to the nanny's because I am catching up on sleep, so I barely get to spend any time with her. It doesn't help that in the middle of the night she will wake up and cry out "mommy, mommy" and then fall back to sleep. I love that little girl more than anything else in the world. I hope she knows that.
Here is a photo of the Gremlin the morning we went to the hospital and one of 2.0 this morning. And no, that is definitely NOT a halo over her head, just an oddly placed toy. Here's to our growing family. May it stop growing larger and just prosper. :)
His sisters are... excited, but cautiously. The Gremlin thinks he's a fun little toy and likes to give him hugs and kisses and pat him on the head and face and belly. She thinks it is fun to put blankets on him and bounce his seat. She also thinks all of his seats are for her as well... even if he is in them at the time. The only time she doesn't like him is when it means mom can't do whatever it is she wants me to do right at that minute, which is quite frequently. This is going to be the difficult part. How do you feed an infant and get a 1 and a half year old up, dressed, fed and out the door every morning? Especially when that infant wants to eat every hour and a half at night? I guess this is something we will have to figure out as we go. I have a feeling there will be lots of crying... from all three of us.
The Monster is protective of her little brother and will growl at the Gremlin when she gets too rough or does something she doesn't approve of. Clearly she is back in protector mode. And her Majesty has finally found the nursery and wants to go in there all day long. We have to keep the door closed all night so the two humans don't wake each other up with their dueling cries. And while he is quieter than his sister, 2.0 has a voice loud enough to hear over the Sleep Sheep and through the closed door.
This is definitely a transition time. To say that I miss my time alone with the Gremlin would be an understatement. It is eating me up that I don't get to sit with her and focus on her. My husband is currently getting her ready every morning and taking her over to the nanny's because I am catching up on sleep, so I barely get to spend any time with her. It doesn't help that in the middle of the night she will wake up and cry out "mommy, mommy" and then fall back to sleep. I love that little girl more than anything else in the world. I hope she knows that.
Here is a photo of the Gremlin the morning we went to the hospital and one of 2.0 this morning. And no, that is definitely NOT a halo over her head, just an oddly placed toy. Here's to our growing family. May it stop growing larger and just prosper. :)
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