Father’s Day Hangover

My reintroduction into human civilization has been slow and sweaty. I mean, steady. It takes us an hour to leave the house, and by the time we get to our destination with half of our house, it’s almost nap time.

But, we have to continue making efforts to go places, because I need practice, and our skin could use some vitamin D after postpartum hibernation.

I forgot how bright sunlight is.

Father’s Day preparation motivated the three of us to get down to business. We had a mission. We wanted to show Brian we sincerely appreciate his hard work out of the house, and his love inside the house.

Hopefully, “We love you,” is what one derives from being gifted pants that don’t fit, along with some crumpled abstract art.

The art was a sad attempt to have the babies make a little framed picture with their hand and foot prints. You know, how all moms do? HOW DO THEY DO IT? My babies couldn’t put their hands down without making little hand-snow angels, so…it was messy. We nixed the frame altogether.

It's Thursday, and this guy still has (crumbs from lunch and) orange paint in his hair that I can't get out from Handprints Gone Wild.
It’s Thursday, and this guy still has orange paint in his hair that I can’t get out from Handprints Gone Wild.

We feel good about just copying other people’s Pinterest gifts next year.

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Who Knew I Wouldn’t Mind Changing 2000 Diapers a Day?

The hospital Gus was born was very organized, and very professional. I left with several packs of diapers, tons of “just in case” formula, a dozen pacifiers, baby lotions, baby body washes, a million new mom toiletries, etc.

The hospital I delivered at just recently was a little less…normal?
I left with a couple diapers, multiple 3AM lectures about pacifiers, and
this “just in case” pen.
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The state’s child support enforcement phone number just didn’t seem like an optimistic parting gift.

I did, however, leave with a baby, and that’s obviously the best souvenir.
I laugh now that I wondered if I’d ever love another baby like I love my first. It’s amazing.

Is there a part of your heart that is invisible? There are empty places hiding in your heart, so deep within you, you don’t even know they’re there. You don’t know you’re missing anything. Then, one day, you meet someone: a new best friend, a significant other, a brand new baby. And your heart recognizes them before your brain does, because it’s had a spot reserved for them all along. Just for them! That invisible space becomes alive and very real, and your body has physical responses to that void being touched. Tears or adrenaline mean you have found someone your heart knew before this life, and they’re very special, and your heart is a little fuller.

And you can never live without that person without that space feeling hollow.

It’s scary, too, because filling that spot in you means there is more heart surface area to get hurt, and to worry, but isn’t that part of sincere love?

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This new little guy filled my heart in a place I didn’t know I had. We are enjoying our special time together at night. My eyes are a little puffy when his are wide awake, but even through sleepy eyelids and glasses, I can tell there is a lot going on in that little mind. I hope that in all the craziness of transitioning into this world, he knows how much I love him.

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The New Guy Has Arrived

It goes unsaid that a mommy’s most memorable, happiest days are those when she meets her perfect babies. Neither pictures nor words can fully capture our feelings, but here’s an attempt.

Roscoe G.
7 LBS 1 OZ

All I knew about my labor was that Brian was not going to be hungry.
All I knew about my labor was that Brian was not going to be hungry.

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First hairstyle right out of the womb. So proud.
First hairstyle right out of the womb. So proud.

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Brothers meeting! Sidenote: Gus chooses to wear this hat all by himself, all the time. It's for 6 month olds. He must have fond memories from his youth.
Brothers meeting! Sidenote: Gus chooses to wear this hat all by himself, all the time. It’s for 6 month olds. He must have fond memories from his youth.

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Gus loved our celebratory sparkling cider. He was completely uninterested in his brother until he came home.
Gus loved our celebratory sparkling cider. He was completely uninterested in his brother until he came home.
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We are so, so blessed, happy, tired, and in love with Roscoe. That little face can (and does) wake me up anytime.

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