Around here, we’re adjusting to what will become our new normal. Lots of precarious little brother holding by Milo. He’s been very sweet, and is characteristically enthusiastic every time he sees the baby…and everyone around is quick with a block for those incoming, energetic, toddler hands.
We’re trying to keep Milo on his usual schedule of morning walk, mid-morning playground, lunch, nap, afternoon outing, dinner, bath and bedtime. On Sunday, Dave and I were on our own, and a quick trip to the park was good for everyone. Before and since, we’ve appreciated the huge help of my mom, Cassi, and Dave’s mom in running out this little boy’s almost endless energy!
Eliot and I are developing a nice, round-the-clock, eat/play/sleep schedule. I spent three excruciating days producing “enough milk for twins…” (according to the lactation specialist). Luckily, Eliot and I got in sync before my chest burst open.
It is a sweet thing to feel a dynamic change in our world. Four instead of three. A couple times, Dave has grinned as he has thrown out a comment about “the boys…” or “our kids…” Weird and wonderful.
This one is wonderful, so far. Calm and quiet, like Milo was. I attribute all of their good nature to their wonderful dad, who is a solid rock of even-tempered understanding. Somewhat unlike their mother, who tends to get carried away…:)
I’m still trying to sleep when the baby sleeps and heal up as well as possible, while I’ve got extra hands around. I am looking forward to getting back out at the park and pool with Milo AND Eliot, and figuring this juggling act out on my own…
…next week it’s sink or swim. And I think we’ll get by, even with a dog paddle!
