Catching Up

It's a good thing the people that read my blog (if there's anyone still left....) are actually  my friends, since I haven't posted since March and it's now October and things have changed around our house.

Namely, we had a baby.

Our son, William Warren, arrived about a quarter to one in the afternoon on Thursday, October 21st.

So much has happened in the last 7 months, I don't even know where to start!

Madelyn is definately a toddler.  She is completely my child and knows her own mind.  She loves to climb and play with her blocks and her puzzles and she especially loves to read.  She's getting to the point that she wants to read to me, even though she has no idea what she's actually reading, she tells me all about it.

She loves to play outside.  LOVES it.  She always wants to be on the go (except for the car seat part...she doesn't like it when she has to hang out in her car seat on the way to being on the go).

She just recently started saying a few phrases and doesn't talk a ton.  I take that back, she does talk a ton, just in her own Madelynese.

She LOVES her baby brother.  All she wants to do is kiss him.  And give him bear hugs.  Big bear hugs.  That usually send Mama's heart racing because she hasn't figured out how to be gentle.

And our dear baby William, whom his sister affectionately calls "dub-a-dub-a-dubya" ("W").  He's sweet and quiet and finally gaining some weight.  He was a little on the smaller side and has a posterior tongue tie, which makes it really challenging for him to feed at the breast.  So he's not for now.  For now, I'm pumping.  We're going to see if we can overcome this situation with the help of our doctors and our lactation consultant.  If not, then we have to make some hard decisions, because being an exclusive pumper isn't in the cards this time around.  It's too much for me and not fair to my daughter or my son - they need a happy mama who has time to love and play on them.  Not a mama stuck on a pump for 5 - 7 hours a day.

But thus far, he loves his car seat (unlike his sister), he is content to sit and be cuddled (unlike his sister....even when she was his age), so we're hoping he's our C  A  L  M baby.  I spell it out because I don't want to jinx myself.....

And for now, I hear him calling.  It's dinner time, for both of my kids.

Wow.  Did I just say that?  I have kids.  Plural.

My kids.  Those are two little words I wasn't sure I'd ever say.