This post is for all of you who are saying to yourself, "Ya know, I don't really care about your hormones & mood swings. Show me pictures of that BABY." As you wish...
This is our little Hudson. He is two weeks old now. Strange how fast it's already gone.
His hobbies include eating, sleeping, and pooping. He still hasn't quite arisen from his newborn coma and spends most of my waking moments asleep. I often have to wake him at night for feedings, and I will confess that I've gotten 5 hour stretches of sleep because of this fabulous perk of his. Nursing has gone well, he's gaining weight, and besides a little tear duct infection, I'm pretty convinced he lands squarely in the "easy" category of newborns. He hates for his arms to be swaddled so he always ends up in entertaining positions like this:
With four sets of adult arms in the house, our littlest buddy rarely gets put down. I know this isn't a very wise strategy for the future, but I just can't get enough of his smallness.
Neither can my mom.
As for our big brothers, they've weathered the change quite well. I am so thankful for our current situation that frees Kevin to be so involved with them. He more or less hangs out with Micah & Sam all day, which enables me to take care of Hudson, rest, and partake in as many newborn staring contests as I can (I usually win since his eyes are closed for most of them).
I really do promise that Kevin has more fun than this picture might suggest:
They've dominated every park in a 10 mile radius...
And, thanks to our zebra blow-up pool (which Micah calls the zebra "cool"), have further convinced us that Sami is part fish...
It doesn't matter if he's in the pool naked (because I'm convinced that swim diapers are a waste of money when swimming in your front yard) or fully clothed (because we're those kind of parents), this is the look he's typically wearing while wet:
Since Hudson is such a low-key kind of dude, I've still gotten to spend a good amount of time with my bigger buddies. We've been able to consistently maintain our bedtime family worship routine (but not without an occasional game of Baby Diaper Head).
So that's the new normal around here. Babies, babies, and more babies. You would think that going from zero to three in less than a year would have a lot more bumps in the road. But thanks to the grace of God, a fabulous husband, and lots of helping hands, the transition has been pretty smooth so far.