Four weeks now. What? Time: a creature of magical proportions. Stopping all things to a snail's pace during pregnancy and then picking up the slack and dragging me from milestone to milestone.
I'm soaking things up. This is the fastest one yet. I sort of mourn the days gone by - I'll never get them back and things I want in my memories will most surely slip through the cracks. I want to freeze time. I want to capture his smell and his sleep-drunk, dimpled smiles. I want to remember how soft his baby skin is and the size of his tiny, perfect fingernails.
I don't even know how to sum up my life. I feel like I may have stolen someone else's. How do we have three sweet, beautiful children?
Some differences in the transition from 2-3 kiddos. Car rides are much louder. Luca, just like Eisley as a baby, hates the car. I am never on time. And when I'm anywhere close to being on time, it's because I left the house in a whirlwind of chaos, and stuff thrown everywhere. Showers are fewer, meals and coffee are reheated. More than once. I'm terrified to make phone calls because of the volume levels in my house. Laundry. Oh, the laundry.
But then, there's a whole lot of love. And sweet memories from the little moments. And so many snuggles.