I know everyone always says this about every month but May has FLOWN BY! I suppose such is life with a fresh new baby. Little man is one month old now and we are so in love. He has started dishing out social smiles that make all the sleeplessness and general baby grumpiness 100% worthwhile. There’s something that feels different about a third child. Now that we’re past a stressful first week with a whole slew of nursing issues, I feel like I’m able to worry less about everything I could be doing wrong and spend more time enjoying our time together. I know this time goes by too quickly because I’ve lived it twice already. I know no matter what I do now, I know one day he will still drive me crazy as a toddler and defy me as a teenager. One day he won’t want to sleep on my chest. Maybe he’ll be like middle brother and tell me how much he hates me or like big brother, a seven year old going on 17. He’ll probably eat dirt or stale french fries off of the floor in daddy’s car after our nourishing breastfeeding journey comes to an end. He’s our last baby and I intend to soak it in while I can. And OMG he smells like MAGIC.
Grandma has been here for the majority of the month helping us all keep our sanity and little man is already as smitten as his big brothers. Real life with three is no joke! It’s been a balancing act of keeping everyone content (and toss in two May birthdays!), but I think we’re starting to get a handle on things. Biggest brother turned SEVEN and I can’t even. As a birthday surprise, we all shuffled around with our regular morning chaos/routine and told him we were heading to school. Instead, we drove to a local amusement park and played hookie and the boys couldn’t believe their luck. We had a great day with grandma and grandpa riding rides and playing in the waterpark. We celebrated with cake and ice cream and presents. Middle brother can hardly wait for his own birthday that is officially coming up next in July (he’s hoping for a Christmas theme, with an actual lit tree so wish us luck).