So the title of this post pretty much sums it up. Beau Daniel, our beautiful baby boy, joined us 9 weeks ago. He arrived one week late and I have a whole new appreciation for mothers who carry past 40 weeks. Hate to say it but that was one of the most miserable weeks of my life. With my first two boys one came a day late and the other a day early, no complaints. I tried all the classics to make him come, long walks, stripped membranes, sex, spicy food. All of it a no go. When it did finally come, the birth was fast and the pain, awwww, they say you forget. I never have and I've done it thrice. After giving birth 3 times without any drugs or intervention I questioned my sanity. Really Georgia, what were you trying to prove!! But then my midwife placed him on me and all was right in the world. Our family suddenly felt so complete with the arrival of this plump and perfect little boy. Abel and Ansel love him and show it often. For Abel that means snuggles and cooing to him. While Ansel generously loans both his special "bankies" and babies to Beau. Not uncommon for me to find Beau all but buried under this pile and have to remind Ansel that the baby really and truly must breath. The big boys have their hard moments when Beau is screaming endlessly in the carseat or needing so much of my time, but overall it's been wonderful.
And while I have not found a single moment for things like knitting, sewing, etc; I have cooked because that one's not optional. Nothing difficult, no time for that. Here are a few things we've had lately: