Our little bundle arrived over a month ago and we are fully embracing life as parents of two under two. Our life has never been more chaotic, busy (as in, I started writing this post a week and a half ago and am now able to finish it), or full of love than it is now. And as for sleep? Well, lets just say this stage of life involves reheating the same cup of coffee over and over again. I’ve achieved a new PR for scarfing down food, can karaoke like no one’s business when it comes to songs from Elmo’s World, and am accepting the fact that despite offering every educational, montessori-based toy created to help with the development of fine-tuning motor skills and problem solving, my one-year-old will inevitably choose playing with the breast pump over anything else. Every. Single. Time.
I wasn’t entirely sure of how it would feel to meet our second child, but every thought of self-doubt melted away when the nurses laid him on my chest. James Cole came into this world as an 8 lb. 1 oz, 21-inch sweet baby boy, with big, beautiful eyes and a head full of hair. In the short time we’ve had together, we can already see how he’s different from his sister. He’s noisier – he loves to coo while eating or even sleeping. He’s already so responsive with his smiles and taking in the world around him. And he loves to be held. Whereas his sister was content sleeping anywhere, James loves to be cradled and snuggled, his head resting at the base of your neck, hands rubbing his back.
We were together. I forget the rest. – Walt Whitman