
Wow, time sure does fly. Our sweet little Connor, who is not so little (weighed in yesterday at 15 pounds!), is 11 weeks old today. He is growing like a weed! He is smiling and laughing, has rolled over (at 7 weeks!), has started to enjoy high pitched words, esp. when daddy says "Poop"- great another boy thing- they sure do start early! He also loves to swing, loves faces, his mobile and his new bumbo seat that Santa brought. It is so sweet that he also has started to snuggle up with a snuggly very similar to Landon's "Raffie". It is a blue hippo. We have really had to struggle to keep Landon away from it! He has already confiscated the other 3 that Connor got as gifts!
He has a very sweet personality, often described as "a sweetheart". When he does cry, it is usually because he is hungry, in pain (unfortunately he has had an ear infection and likely is lactose intolerant for now), or he wants his mommy. This little fella is a mommy's boy for sure. I can't say that I mind it but I do hope things go well with our new babysitting situation. I am so sad to have to leave him 2 days a week, but I know he will be in excellent hands. We have two college aged girls coming to split the days. They are both girls from our youth group that Stan and I used to help lead. They are both great and the only babysitters we have used for Landon. We feel so blessed to have them coming into our home too- to keep some of the icky germs away from our sweet baby.
Landon has adapted quite well to his baby brother. I think it is so neat to see Landon patting Connor on the head and telling me that Connor is happy when Connor smiles at him. Connor already looks at his big brother in awe, something that I also treasure being able to witness.
Mommy is hanging in here. I am tired as exhaustion is setting in. Interrupted sleep for over 3-4 months now has started to take its toll. I am trying my best to get naps and also ask for help when I need it (a hard thing for me). I start work January 19th and am sad, but also so glad to be blessed to be able to work parttime and at a practice I love. I have some anxieties about juggling it all, but I know that the Lord provides and I am counting on that assurance.
God is teaching me a lot being the mother of two. I had no idea the number of things I would recognize about myself being a busy mom of two. I also have really been convicted about showing my gratitude and giving thanks daily for my two healthy baby boys. This is especially gripping in the middle of the night when Connor cries out to be fed and I am exhausted. The Lord brings to my mind, "Be grateful you have a healthy baby to wake you up." That I am. There is so much hurt all around that makes my heart so sad. I internalize my friends and loved ones hurts and am doing my best to make it my mantra to be thankful every single day.
Well, speaking of crying babies...