I know many of you are wondering how Anna and Noah are adjusting to having a baby around. I know this because you have asked “how are Anna and Noah adjusting to having a baby around?”

They’re doing pretty well.  In the beginning, when Eli cried ALL OF THE TIME, I think they thought that having the baby was a bad idea.  We would get in the car and they would hold their hands over their ears and look at each other like “can we get a refund on this kid?“.  Noah figured out that when Eli cried, he was actually saying “if.”  When he discovered this, he said “man, the baby sure likes the word ‘if‘”  Then when Eli would cried, Noah would fake cry along with him saying “if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if if.”

So now, when Eli cries after a nap, I’ll sometimes approach his bassinet and accidentally say “if” over and over again.

They love this baby.

They wake up in the morning looking for him, they laugh when Eli smiles, they jump up to help when he cries, they want to hold him, kiss him, hug him.  They just simply love him.  And their love increases every single day.  I’m watching it with my own eyes.

Yesterday, Anna, Noah, Elijah and I went to Target.  I had to make a return on two tank tops that ran REALLY SMALL.  (or something.)  While we waited in the customer service line, I put the car seat down on the ground, the kids promptly dropped to their knees and paid every ounce of attention they had on Eli.  (he was awake and not crying – WHICH IS A BIG DEAL.)

He smiled, they laughed “Mom, Eli smiled at us!”  It was beautiful.

When we were leaving I was stopped by a woman who wanted to look at Eli in his car seat.  She and I started talking to him and he smiled so big.  She said “he is so smart to be smiling like that!”  She walked away and I said to Eli, “were you showing off?”  In my big Mommy-Cutesy-high-pitched voice.  He smiled again.

We walked to the car, I put Eli’s seat in and pushed my cart back, I came back to hear Anna, in her little Mommy-Cutesy-high-pitched voice saying “were you showing off, big boy?  Were you showing off?”

I nearly dropped to my knees with gratitude for the amazingness of that moment.  For the amazingness of my life.

Having a newborn is difficult.

Loving him is not.

8 weeks

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