|This is the cutest picture of all time. He is so incredibly handsome I just want to kiss him and love him and squeeze him!|
|Ruth has got the squeezing part down.|
|He's almost as big as she is, haaha!|
|I know its a blurry picture, but I love Ruth's smile!|
|HAAHAAHAAHAA! K, so the angle of this picture is AWESOME-although prob not the most flattering- because LOOK at those cheeks!!! HAAHAAAA! On a tiny little wobbly neck. Oh babies are so funny.|
|It's official. He smiles. And I LOVE it.|
|I had to take LOTS of pictures in this outfit because the pants are getting too tight and I love this outfit. Thanks Ands!|
|Look at that fist! Ruth always had really petite arms and wrists and hands, but this little dude has big ol' chubby fists and I love it!|
I have two kids. It still is surprising. You'd think after carrying them for nine months each, that I'd be used to the idea. But no, some things still make me stop and think "wow. I have TWO kids!" I gave them both a bath, together, for the first time. Most of the time I was trying to save Will from Ruth's attempts to wash him--by dropping the soaking wet wash cloth on top of his entire face--and again, I was thinking "I really have TWO of these!"
I love it. I love them. I love our family. I love being home and enjoying every single minute of their tiny, little lives. There's still not a lot of sleep around these parts (We're going to try to fix that...I'm not a co-sleeping kind of a person, and neither is Sterling. He gets jealous.). I blame the continued tiredness on the hospital stay, but it is getting better and with that comes more patience from me. Which makes Ruth's days go a little better, and we are all much happier.
It is also still a little crazy. If I have to shower and give both kids a bath in the morning, then it feels like we are just getting ready and it is time for lunch and nap time. I'm learning to adjust my schedule and habits so that the days are getting much smoother and I feel more relaxed again. I am incredibly grateful for a three month maternity leave. When I arranged that it was so I didn't have to go back to work until Sterling was finished with the semester, but with the fourth week being back at the hospital, I can't imagine having to go back already. Blessings upon blessings.
Really though, babies are the best. I love their wrinkles and their dimples, their soft, sweet skin, their noises and squeaks, their tiny little fist clutching your thumb. His sweet-smelling breath and his heaviness and warmth against you, it is just so perfect. And toddlers are an entirely different type of amazing. Trying to figure out what she wants, what she's saying, and how to get a giggle out of her. I love her triumphant smile when she gets something right, her excited run to go and look at something, her tug on my hand to come with her, her constant jabber and her quick return to happiness.
Also, I love spring. I love being outside and breathing in the warm air smells, and Ruthie smelling like dust and sweat and 'outside' when we come back. I love the flowers poking out and the beautiful big expanse of blue sky. Mostly I love all those lovely warm rays of sunshine. Warms up the farthest reaches of my soul.
I told Sterling that either I am not righteous enough to get trials, or there's a big one lurking up ahead somewhere, because I feel much too blessed right now. It would be nice if Sterling didn't have to work two jobs and go to school full time, but he still manages to have dinner with us at least three times a week and its only for the rest of this semester. I am one lucky girl. With two beautiful babies, and a wonderful husband. And I am so, so thankful.