It's incredible to me how much faster things seem to be going the second time around. Nursing has gotten easier, faster. Sleep seems to be going longer and better, faster. She's moving up into the next size of clothes, diapers, etc., faster. Is it actually faster? Probably not. But because it's relatively "easier" for us as it isn't a complete world of unknown, I think we're less stressed about the changes.
When it was time for big brother to go to daycare (we pay for it anyway, and it's a good change of pace for him), I was so looking forward to it, since he's currently a talkative ball of energy that never stops for attention. But when he was gone? It was too quiet in the house. I missed the endless "Mommy, read book. Mommy sit down. Mommy. Mommy? Mommy." (It still makes me think of this Family Guy clip...)
But I want time to go slow. Go oh, so, very slow. Because I look at this girl and think... she's not going to want to rock to sleep forever. She's not going to be small enough to carry in this Moby forever. I won't be able to leave her lying on the couch unattended forever (Ha!). She won't be nursing forever (never thought I'd think that one...). How did she already outgrow that newborn onesie?
My favorite thing? Watching big brother with his little sister. He woke up this morning and the first thing he did was ask about his sister. He kisses her goodbye when he leaves for the day and loves to say "night night" to her when it's bedtime. He loves that they get to take a bath together. And if she turns out any bit as crazy and cheesy as him, we're going to have a grand ole time.
The moral of the story? We're happy. Oh, so happy. And even when things are tough (believe me, they are...), I'm so happy to be a family of four and can't imagine it any other way.
Time to go feed little sister, so I leave you with a few pictures...
He's more of a ham than ever imagined, and knows when the camera is on him!
Sweet. Just. Sweet.
