My baby boy turns 1!

Let's put aside for just a second how late I am with this blog post and instead focus on how absolutely and adorably cute this little guy is...

We've had a few things going on this past week or so, I'm not going to lie, but I swear the biggest reason I haven't written this post until now is because I haven't wanted to accept that my baby c is already a year old.  On one hand the time has flown by, but on the other, the memories we've made together as a family in this past year have been incredible and more than we ever would have expected in a lifetime.

The timing of our little man's birthday was kind of rough.  We are right in the middle of a PCS, and the movers came and packed and loaded all of our household goods ON HIS BIRTHDAY.  Yes, nothing like saying "happy birthday" like "here you go, you get to sleep in a pack-n-play for the next two months!"  Yeah, I felt kind of bad about that.  Luckily, he is only one and therefore a bit oblivious to the fact that his birthday has any kind of significance whatsoever.

So, instead of birthday parties and cake smashes, we emptied our house and watched baby c's eyes grow wide at the endless possibilities of exploring a house first full of boxes and then completely emptied (did any of you move as a child and remember how absolutely cool it was to play around in your empty house? oh, to be a kid again...)

I couldn't stand it though, so after the truck pulled away with our things, I quickly mixed up a box of cake mix, German-style, of course, because that's the only way we roll around here.  I was watching little ones for a good friend next door, and we had our own little baby c celebration with cake.  It was a tad bit hectic with lots of yelling and far too much drama, but alas, my sweet little man got to watch his brother blow out his candle (HA!) and eat fist-fulls of cake (only his favorite thing EVER).

The picture is blurry, but it's the only one I got before little r blew out the candle - I love the look in baby c's face

"I am a jedi master, clearly I willed the fire out" - yes, that is, in fact, a light saber

CAKE! My favorite thing :) 

"I have no clue what's going on, but I could get used to this!"

So, the furniture was gone, and we were eating cake on a borrowed government table, and baby c is in a make-shift high chair, but after all was said and done, I think he went to bed pretty darn happy.  Don't worry, baby c, we'll make sure that your birthday celebration is over-the-top next year - PROMISE!

We love you, little man.  Happy birthday!

xoxoxoxo

baby c in the krippe

There are so many different ways to raise your kids, and if you talk to ten mom's, you'd probably get ten different responses to what they think is best for raising children, especially babies.  With little r, I went back to work full time when he was only three months old.  This is pretty common.  I remember being torn about what to do -- nanny, babysitter, daycare -- and eventually we lucked out and found a daycare facility within five minutes of our office on post that was wonderful.  I wasn't too nervous about putting little r in daycare because even at that young age, he was incredibly independent.  Seeing how different he and baby c are, I now realize how truly independent little r was and still is.  For little r, daycare was a great opportunity for him.  He thrived there, and it gave me the peace of mind I needed to stay focused throughout my day.

Life couldn't be anymore different for me now with baby c.  I'm home all day, and we have a relatively consistent routine that keeps all of our sanities in check.  But with school and baby c getting more and more mobile and active, the stress levels have definitely been rising.  My friends here in town that have younger kids talked to me about putting baby c in the town's kinderkrippe.  Kinderkrippe is, for all intent's and purposes, a daycare but it's setup the only way German's know how - beautifully.  The women that work there are all incredible, caring, and very well-trained.  My friend's kids loved it there.  One other attractive selling point is the price.  The cost for the krippe is less for an entire month that I was paying for little r to be in daycare for only a week. 

The decision wasn't as easy as I expected.  Baby c and I had grown incredibly attached to each other.  In my mind that seemed like another great reason to give the krippe a try.  The baby, that at four months could easily be handed over to someone for several hours and be completely content, will hardly go to even Big R when I am in the same room. Not that I don't feel the love, but that can't be healthy for either of us.  I honestly also really liked the idea that both he and I would be exposed to another authentic German experience.  The women at the krippe speak very little English, so it puts me in a situation to have to practice my German.  Not that baby c will remember any of this experience, but I still like the idea that he will be exposed to another culture if only for a short period of time.

So, I went for it and enrolled the little guy in the German kinderkrippe.  We pay for him to be there in the mornings with the idea that I can have a good 3-4 hours to get work done or take care of things that are more difficult with a baby in tow (and maybe actually attend a real yoga class once a week!).  He had his first day last week. The process is very gradual -- almost too gradual for us American minded folks accustomed to dropping our kids off and walking out the door only to return hours or even an entire work day later -- with the idea being that they want the kids to build a relationship with their nannies at the krippe while mom is still there, and then to also understand that when mom leaves, she will be coming back.  This process seemed arduous at first.  I was truly a skeptic especially for a baby.  How could a baby understand the concept of time?  And at the rate we were going, getting baby c to the point where I could leave him behind from 8am to noon seemed impossibly far off.

One of these days, I'll learn to trust well-established processes.  As you would expect, things are going super well.  Today, baby c actually reached for his nanny when we got to the krippe and didn't even cry when I left. I, of course, was practically in tears my entire walk home, but it was a good thing.  I was so happy that he was doing well.  My sweet little man took a nap there today, and when I picked him up, he was having so much fun and in the best spirits.

I love living abroad with our kids.  It is so special to be able to expose the family to these foreign experiences.  Little r has loved both of his kindergartens here, and he has learned how to speak German fluently. We are in for a culture shock for sure when we head back to the states this summer.  I suppose we will just take advantage of it while we can and be appreciative that we were able to have these opportunities.

Love those baby blues

I am so in love with those baby blue eyes.  Aren't they incredible?  I stare into them all day, and they make my heart flutter.  I know that a baby's eyes can often change color after the first year, but I really hope Baby C keeps these baby blues.

We are finally feeling at home and settled into our new house.  Life is seeming a tad more normal and much less hectic.  My boys are constantly keeping me on my toes, especially little r.  Baby C is three months old already. I am in shock at how quickly time is passing.  I just want to savor every moment I have with him.

I got my "camera" out today and attempted to take pictures of the boys together and the whole things was hilarious.  These two truly crack me up. I mean, look at these goofs!

Partners in crime ALREADY! I am seriously in so much trouble. Try as I might I couldn't capture one of Baby C's million smiles.  The camera was far too interesting and very distracting.  But little r is a pro at creating a huge smile on his brother's face.  I feel like this series of photos perfectly encapsulates their relationship.

I just love my boys.  They keep my life full of laughter and love.  How can you argue with that?

xoxoxo

hope you are all enjoying the end of summer!  

Life with two

This picture makes my life look like pure chaos. I just love it. That was an especially trying day, but when it happened and little r was in hysterics because everything crashed down on top of him, I found that I couldn't stop laughing. The whole scene was absolutely hilarious. I mean, isn't it? This is what happens when you have a newborn in the house and try as you might you just can't watch your three year old every single solitary second. Funny, but little r calmed down quite a bit after that incident. Maybe he realized that being a crazy man only led to trouble and it was "scary" trouble.

Since I can remember, I always wanted two. Probably because I grew up with my sister and it was always just the two of us and it felt so perfect in many ways. Honestly though, there were times when we'd go through a particularly rough phase with little r that we would find ourselves questioning whether we could even HANDLE two. But the more time I spent watching little r, the more I knew he'd truly love having a brother or sister to grow up with. Maybe I just wanted to give him the opportunity to have someone special in his life like I do with my sister.

Fortunately for us, life decided it was a good idea to bring another little one into the world as well. I had so many friends seriously freaking me out with how much work having another child would make for us and for me especially. And it's true, it is a lot of work, but it's not without its rewards. I feel pretty lucky. As spirited as little r might be, he is a fantastic big brother. The first couple of weeks were a little rough as we were feeling out boundaries and settling into a new routine. We are finally starting to getting into a small groove, at least for the time being. I have no doubt that this will change on a near weekly basis as Baby C's demands grow. For now though, life is looking a little more like this...

and this...

and this...

and this...

Little r is a child that truly needs his routine. This can be a huge challenge when you bring a new baby into the mix with his own needs. I thought it was going to be impossible to get them onto a routine of any sort. The sleep thing is still a work in progress, but I'm doing what I can to bring as many of little r's routines into Baby C's world. My favorite part of this has been the nighttime routine. I got brave awhile back and decided to give them a bath together. My mother-in-law bought me this great bath pillow that cradles the baby while he is in the bathtub. It makes a perfect prop for helping me bath the boys together. Baby C is also a doll and loves the bath, which makes this process infinitely easier. We get cleaned up, little r races to try to "beat" Baby C into his pj's (something I find super cute and hilarious), and then we settle in together to read a book. More often than not, little r will read a book to all of us. Baby C just watches his brother in awe. He must truly think little r is the most fascinating creature.

So, this is now a common scene in our house around 7 p.m. and I just love every minute of it...

One of our more fun challenges has been learning how to travel as a family of four. So far Baby C has made this relatively effortless, and our hope is if we keep on traveling like we do that we'll adjust and adapt as we the kids get older and Baby C becomes more demanding with his needs. On our last two trips, we've had some extra help from our parents. This weekend we embark on a trip all on our lonesome with the kiddos. All bets are off, and the moment of truth lies ahead. Let's just see how we roll!

We have a year full of adventures planned, and we know having two in tow will might make this a bit tricky. But we are too determined to take advantage of the incredible opportunities we have for travel while living here that we refuse to let anything hold us back. It'll be fun to share photos, memories, and my blog posts with little r and Baby C when they are older. If nothing else, we are hoping it'll provide fodder for some awesome blog posts! hahahahaha. I have no doubt our adventure this weekend will not disappoint.

Have a great Fourth of July everyone! I'll be in touch when we get back and tell you all about the shenanigans we got ourselves into.

xoxoxo

 

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Too many rules...

As a new mom, life can feel downright overwhelming. I remember reading everything in sight trying to absorb all the information so I could be sure not to do anything wrong. Then the information started to conflict. I mean, seriously conflict, and it was pure madness trying to figure out what to do right. How many rules do we need? Science is telling us one thing, judgment is telling us another... Our mothers put us to sleep on our stomachs, now we have to put them to sleep on their backs. Pacifiers are good, pacifiers are bad. Don't let your child suck their thumb, thumb-sucking is a natural thing they develop to comfort themselves. Breast feed, bottle feed. Never wake a sleeping baby, never let a baby sleep more than a feed cycle during the day. I feel like I could go on and on and on... Yeesh, this is exhausting!

My mom thought this whole deal was insane. I remember her telling me to just listen to my instincts. We know what to do, right? I found one book that I truly liked because her approach to taking care of a baby made sense to me. The Baby Whisperer. The title itself was more comforting than "Baby Wise," although I wouldn't be surprised if they taught very similar principles. I just couldn't handle taking severe approaches to bringing up my baby. I certainly wasn't going to sleep with him, and the whole Ferber method is just plain cruel. Hey, to each his own, but these approaches are not for me.

I remember following rules to the letter regardless of how contrary they might have seemed. Little r had such a sensitive tummy and horrible acid reflux. We would put him to sleep on his back and he would scream and scream and scream. We had his bed elevated on one side to help, and would often put him to sleep on his side, but never EVER on his tummy. And I was adamant about making sure he slept in his bed instead of on my chest, and that he never nursed too close together. Just thinking about all this is wearing me out. Being a mom is hard enough without all these insane rules. And all the advice! Holy bananas, do we really need all this advice from everyone?

I'm guilty of offering it far more than I should have. How I ever felt I was anywhere near qualified to offer advice to someone about raising a baby the "right" way is beyond me. Every baby is so painfully different that we can't possibly think we have the answers for every baby issue presented to us. One of my friends posted an article on Facebook the other day from one of my favorite bloggers about how the best advice to give a mother is not to give any advice at all. Most mothers just need to talk it out to prove to themselves that they have the answers after all. Or for me, I think I often just need to hear other mothers tell me that they experienced something similar so I don't feel so alone in my struggles. We've all been there, and company is comforting...

So, with a new baby coming into our lives, I decided I was going to follow my instincts and use rules as guidelines instead of making myself crazy trying to follow them to the letter. I might end up regretting some of it, I have no doubt, but I feel like I was so focused on trying to do things the "right" way that I completely missed all the other amazing things about having an infant. All those little things that you'll never have again. Like having a baby fall asleep on your chest.

Baby C has some tummy issues, too. No where near as horrible as poor little r did, but enough that I have to be careful what I eat and his poor tummy can be so uncomfortable sometimes that he has trouble sleeping. Sometimes I've noticed that he'll fall asleep better on his tummy, so I'll put him there first until he falls asleep and then roll him over. And the whole, "never poke a sleeping bear" theory has kept me from waking him up when he has good naps during the day (even though I am rarely joining him). I also let him sleep on my chest as often as I can because they grow up too fast, darnit!!!

But I have to confess that the books can be useful. I'm running on an empty fuse right now because Baby C is eating every couple of hours at night, and little r is an early riser. That's a tough combination and the lack of sleep eventually catches up with you. So, I found myself turning back to that trusty book to see what the Baby Whisperer might suggest I do to help. She has some great advice, and it turns out that many of the approaches she suggests are coming naturally to me by following my instincts and listening to what Baby C needs. I still need help though. A lot of help. Natural or not, there has to be an approach to guide me to train my baby how to sleep longer periods through the night so we both get more sleep.

I'm going to give the Baby Whisperer's suggestions a try and see if it gives me a break to help turn Baby C's sleep schedule around. I'm sure I'll vent my cunundrum to as many friends as possible first and read far too many blog posts about the issue as well, just to make myself feel like I'm in common company. I'll also go on and on about it to my mom because, bless her heart, she'll listen to it all and then tell me that she doesn't know what I can do (when all along she knows my instincts are going to give me the right answers).

I'm going to end with a quote from Mommastery on her blog about advice that I mentioned above. My friend shared this quote the other day as well. I think we are both saying the mantras in our heads as we work through our current baby struggles and trying to find our sanity.

"I just want us to remember that when we became mamas we didn't change species. We're still humans. I mean, we're badass humans, for sure, but humans nonetheless. We make mistakes, all day, and that's good. We want our children to see that. We want them to learn how to handle mistakes, because that's really the only important thing to learn: We expect to make mistakes, we say we're sorry, we forgive ourselves, we shrug and smile, and we try again.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

It's a good system. It creates graceful, interesting, peaceful, forgiving, jacked-up humans.

And don't forget ... in this forgiveness system, we get forever tries. We never run out of tries.

Parenthood is Forever Tries."

From "A Little Advice" by Glennon Melton.

 

 

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They are growing up too fast

Holy heck, my boys are growing up too fast. It truly is unbelievable how that happens. Baby C is already five weeks old (where in the world did the last month go?!), and I had to put away all his newborn clothes yesterday. It appears someone finally inherited the tall genes in our families. About time, right?

Little r was much more gentle to me with his growing. If the clothes said "9 months", that's exactly where he was in his size. Where he might have lacked in size, he far made up for in his physical strengths. The kid, quite literally, never stopped moving - he still doesn't! So, I'm really not ready for it this time around...to watch my baby grow incredibly fast. I put those newborn clothes away and felt my heart flutter. How did he get so big?!

And little r, too. I looked at him the other day and thought to myself that he's a little person now. My baby is now a little boy. It didn't happen overnight, obviously, but sometimes it feels that way. His imagination is incredible and he creates little r-isms every day. He also seems to have inherited his dad's memory, which is great for him, but maybe not so great for me, hahaha...

Here are some moments captured on my iPhone over the past few weeks...

brotherly love :)

me and my boys

so in love...

sandboxes are little r's favorite

i heart giraffes

cool kid

he's getting so big already

proud big brother

be still my heart

It's true that there are times we want our kids to hurry and grow up. That it's painful to deal with temper tantrums day in and day out and potty training can be your biggest nightmare (oh my land, it is definitely one of mine!). That you have far too many sleepless nights for feedings, illnesses, or nightmares. I mean, let's be honest, our lives are never the same after bringing little ones into the world. But if you can manage to wipe that tired fog off of your eyes and clear your mind for even a second, you are lucky enough to see this little person develop right before you. And wow, what a cool thing. For every frustrated sigh or time I have to count to ten in my mind, I have at least one smile, one laugh, or one tear for all of the amazing things little r says or does.

And Baby C? This sweetheart has reminded me how special it feels to hold a new life in your arms. To observe him taking in the world a little bit at a time and to remember that life can encompass such simplicity at that age. Without the fear of unknowing that comes with your first born child, I have been able to truly enjoy these moments a little more.

One of my Facebook friends posted on her status today that it is "World Sauntering Day." The purpose of such a day is to remind us to take it easy, smell the roses, to slow down and enjoy life as opposed to rushing through it. I think I need to make this an every day purpose. I'm afraid if I don't remind myself of this on a regular basis, my life might just flash before my eyes.

 

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Welcome to our world, Baby C!

It's true - our sweet little guy is finally here, and we couldn't be happier.  He certainly decided to make a grand entrance, but then our lives seem to be one continuous adventure, so should we have expected anything less?  Baby C was born on May 14, 2013, at 12:32 a.m.  Apparently being born on the 13th felt a little too unlucky, so he waited just long enough to change that fate.

Baby C, 7 lb. 7 oz., 20.8 inches

We thought he was going to say "hello" a week earlier.  At 39 weeks and some change, the annoying practice contractions started getting regular and much stronger.  I could no longer sleep through them, and we decided when they were two minutes apart, that it was time to go in just to be sure.  This being my second pregnancy, we didn't want to take any chances ignoring them.  Of course, this happened at 3 a.m. because it would be no other way, so I had to wake up my friend, Nina, to come over to keep a watchful eye on little r.  Alas, it was only early labor and after about six hours of strong and consistent contractions, they stopped and I wasn't even slightly dilated.  (I think Baby C was just waiting for his grandma to get here.  In hindsight, I truly appreciate the sentiment.)

This was painfully frustrating especially since these contractions continued until his arrival a week later.  I would go through periods of consistent and intense contractions, and then they would slow or stop.  By the time I got to my final OB appointment on my due date, my body was quite frankly exhausted.  Even though there is a high risk for induction after you've had a c-section, my OB and I discussed things at great length and decided that scheduling an induction for the following Monday was the best approach.  With an end in sight, I knew now that I just needed to make it through the weekend.  I also needed to accept the idea that this birth might be a c-section as well. There was no guarantee that he would arrive on Monday, in fact, he could have decided to come before then, but it gave us the chance to get all our plans into place for little r and for Lando.

"A picture of pregnant" - 40 plus weeks and counting!

Little did we know when we arrived for my appointment at the Klinikum, or hospital, that Monday morning that because of the high risk involved, the doctor was planning to take a gentle approach to inducing my labor.  Day 1 included drinking a fantastically delicious cocktail, Day 2 would be another gentle homeopathic method, and Day 3 would be a c-section.  Just the thought of all this wore me out, and I prayed I wouldn't be rolled into an OR on Wednesday for surgery.  That morning my contractions were especially fun.  I had several moments of being monitored and it was interesting to see record of the contractions I'd been feeling.  Pretty much every 4-5 minutes at that point, so I hoped a juicy cocktail would be the extra bump I needed to go into active labor.

My fabulous labor-inducing cocktail (yum!)

That cocktail was nothing shy of disgusting, but I inhaled it with high hopes.  I felt like I had been pregnant forever.  Even though I knew the little guy couldn't stay in there, I seriously thought this pregnancy would never end.  I slurped it up and then was hooked up to monitors for an hour.  It didn't even take 30 minutes and the contractions started getting much more intense and severe.  Hallelujah!

They had assigned me a room and checked me into the hospital, IV port and all.  They told me to walk around the hospital and to come back at 6 p.m. for a check-up. That was about five hours.  I barely made it because the contractions were getting so intense and strong and by 5:30 p.m. they were less than two minutes apart.

Bracing myself against the window during a strong contraction

Having a baby in Germany at a German hospital was an interesting experience.  Actually, it was pretty fantastic, at least at the Klinikum here in Bamberg.  The midwives were incredible through the entire birth, and I loved how they employed a combination of homeopathic and standard medicine techniques throughout.  The language barrier was often interesting though.  Most of the nurses, and definitely the doctors, spoke "good" English (some better than others, but still impressive).  Where I made my mistake was admitting that I know a little German, and despite my laboring condition and constant pain, I was stubborn and decided to decipher through the German.  My brain was rather dysfunctional, so this was probably a poor decision.

They again placed me in a laboring room and hooked me up to monitors.  The contractions were getting so intense at that point that I really wanted to know how far I had dilated, if at all.  The pains were low and radiating around my lower back.  My friend Nina's husband, Oli, is an anesthesiologist at the Klinikum, and he was on-call that day and said he would take good care of me.  I hadn't decided yet if I wanted an epidural.  I had hopes of going the natural route, but I also kept my mind open because you can never predict how labor will progress or what type of pain you will feel.  I had decided if I was dilating well, I'd stick it out, but if not, I wasn't sure my body could handle hours and hours of this pain especially after having been through early labor for the better part of a week.

Child birth is such an interesting experience.  It truly is something you can never really prepare for because it rarely goes the way you expect it to.  I know with little r, his birth was vastly different than we had hoped, and with Baby C, I never anticipated that my body would be that exhausted by the time real labor had started.  You also think that you'll want your husband and your mom to rub your back, hold your hand, breath with you, or play calming music. Quite frankly, I didn't want anyone touching me or talking to me.  At one point my midwife came in and hooked me up to what I think was saline.  She spouted off a bunch of information for me in German.  Bless her heart, she talked painfully slow so I could understand.  When she left, my mom said, "I didn't understand a word of that," and Big R casually responded, "neither did I, so it's a good thing, she knows what the nurse said."  My flippant response was, "I have no f-ing idea what she said, I just kept nodding so she would shut up!"  Ah, labor is so much fun.

When the midwife finally checked my cervix, I had only dilated 2 cm. That's pretty much where I was when I checked into the hospital that morning.  Talk about feeling deflated. I don't think I made it through three more contractions before I asked my mom to ring the call button.  I was done with pain and wanted that epidural - period. It was after hours and they were in the middle of a c-section in the adjacent room, so it took over an hour for my friend to come to my rescue with the epidural.  By that point I was in excruciating pain.  How women make it through without any drugs is beyond me.  I felt weak and didn't care.  The contractions were INSANE! My oxygen levels were dropping, my legs were turning purple, and I was having a contraction every minute and a half, which made the pain appear constant.  Ugh. It sucked.

Finally - the epidural was in

Oli knew I could speak some German, so he wasn't talking to me in English.  I kept thinking that he was about to stick a huge needle in my spine, and maybe it would be good to make sure I knew exactly what he was saying, but I was too preoccupied with my contractions to find the words. So I did my best to understand him and prayed I didn't do anything stupid. I was so relieved when the epidural was in.  I think Big R was, too, because he finally came over to me and held my hand.  I was serious when I said I wouldn't let anyone touch me (and they made my mom and Big R leave the room while they inserted the epidural).  It was so comforting to have him by my side.

Unfortunately, the epidural only took on one side, so I felt every contraction on the left side of my body.  A quick adjustment of the needle and things got more balanced, but then I felt nothing from my hips down and felt everything in my uterus.  I knew this could happen, I just wasn't ready for it.  The pain was pretty severe again, so they doubled the dose hoping it would help reduce the intensity in my mid-section.  It worked! But it also made my legs go completely numb.  The lower half of my body was useless, and we got some pretty big laughs out of it when the midwife would try to move me for things or to help with the laboring process.

Oli told me that more often than not, an epidural will help the body relax enough to move labor along more quickly. He wasn't kidding.  By 10:30 p.m. I was 7 cm, and only an hour later, I was fully dilated at 10 cm.  We still needed to wait for Baby C to descend into position, but we had other concerns.  At that point, Baby C was getting extremely distressed.  Guess a week of labor was hard on him, too.  With every contraction, his heart rate dropped severely.  They needed to take blood from him to test his oxygen levels.  If they were low, I needed to prepare myself for an immediate c-section.  If he was ok, they would let things proceed as planned.

The bloods came back showing that Baby C was strong, and the next thing I knew I was pushing. My midwife told me that he had descended far enough that they could basically pull him out if they needed to, so a c-section would no longer be a necessity - I was going to have this baby without major surgery.  I think that's all the motivation I needed! Thirty minutes later and he was here!

He was perfect in every way. He opened his eyes and looked around quiet as can be.  He made a couple of little noises to let the midwife know he was ok, and they laid him on my chest.  Then they let Big R cut the umbilical cord. I couldn't believe he was finally here.  All day long it felt touch and go as to whether we'd need to do a c-section, so I was elated that everything went the way it did.  Even the head of OB was surprised when he saw me the next morning that the induction worked and everything went smoothly.  Someone was definitely looking out for us that night.

I can't stop looking at him - he's so precious

Early brotherly love

Beautiful view of the Bavarian countryside from my hospital room

Happy Mama

Even happier Grandma :) 

Dad's chest is SO snugly

little r brought Baby C a little bear to snuggle

Hey, do I know you?

awwwwww

Such a good sleeper - hope he keeps this up!

I love my boys...

We are so excited to have Baby C home. I can't wait to share more pictures of our sweet little boy. Thanks for all of your support and love throughout my pregnancy. We truly have the most amazing friends and family.

xoxoxo