Three weeks and one day and I feel like we are slowly getting on track to a life with some sense of normalcy. Although the definition of a "normal" day for us has changed. Generally, we move about at a slower pace (and rarely outside of the house -- running errands with 3 kids is out of the question). I'm enjoying just going with the flow and constantly reminding myself "I just had a baby" so it's okay if some things have to give.
Speaking of getting out of the house . . . last night I had the chance to spend the evening with 15 other women in a newly formed Bunco group. We had dinner, played Bunco, there were prizes, and a great excuse to have a night out. I'm looking forward to our monthly get togethers.
The boys are doing great with Anna. They both adore her. Conner is very gentle and wants to give her soft hugs and kisses all the time. He's great at entertaining her, he takes all of her diapers to the trash, and is always ready with a burp rag to wipe away her spit-up. Payton means well, but I have to keep a very close eye on him. Yesterday he tried to feed her chocolate pudding. Today, Anna was laying on the ground next to me while I was checking e-mail. Payton came walking in and before I knew it he had scooped her up in his arms. I grabbed her just as they were about to fall over. I'm sorry to say it but the biggest hazard to Anna's life right now is her brother! This reminds me of a story from Scott's childhood. He was approximately Payton's age when his younger brother Kevin was an infant. Scott's parents found him carrying Kevin by his head saying, "too heavy, too heavy!" I've always laughed at that story, but now I can see it really happening!
