


...Brian and I may be able to handle being parents of three. She has been a miracle to us and is probably the main reason none of us are in the insane asylum yet. She plays nonstop with Jake, takes early morning feedings with Faith, and dotes on Tanner- not to mention keeping Brian and I well fed. She is currently making homemade cinnamon roles with Jake. The real test will be what happens after Mary leaves on Tuesday. Yes, THIS Tuesday. We will go it alone. In reality I have no doubt we will be just fine, but it sure has been wonderful having Grandma here to help us ease into our new reality!
Faith is almost a month old already. She is getting bigger all the time and is already out of her newborn diapers- this is a silly "milestone" that made me sad with both the boys and with her, too!
She is sleeping better now and has actually gone a few times for 3-4 hours without eating. Sleep, for me, is still elusive and is taken in 1-3 hour increments, but I am feeling much better and more and more like my old self. 2AM feedings are made much more enjoyable by watching the second season of Grey's Anatomy. LOVE that show! Faith is alert for longer periods during the day and now that I have more energy I am looking forward to taking her out more often and showing her off.
Tanner. What can I say about my Tanner? He is a pure joy right now. He has gained 5 pounds since Christmas and now resembles a football player so much that I just look at him in his little "letterman jacket" and can see him thundering through the door when he is 16, wearing his football gear and heading straight for the refrigerator (hopefully still sweet enough to stop and give his old mom a kiss on the way!). His teacher at school told me that in the last month he has changed drastically. He goes to anyone now, willingly. He walks and runs everywhere and is so happy all the time. She said that he eats like a horse there, too, and bums all the teachers lunches off of them by batting those long eyelashes and rubbing his tummy (this is how he says "please"). He is a tank. And such a love. He often stops to give his sister kisses, cover her with her blanket, and bring her the binkie. He gives everyone hugs. He thinks the word "No" is hysterical and is definitely starting to be mischievious. Seriously.... pure, unadulterated joy. I plan to enjoy it while it lasts!!!!
Jake. Jake, Jake, Jake. So far "four" is a challenge. (I love you like nobody's business, Buddy, but "unadulterated joy" are not the two words I would use to describe you right now. "Challenging" and "Lucky to be alive" come to the tip of my tongue.) I think having the baby sister has exacerbated some of his personality traits- both good and bad. He is more sensitive, more needy, and more loving. He is still on our floor. In fact, he hasn't even been in his bedroom for a month. I keep reminding myself that there are millions of children that have survived having siblings (and millions of parents that have survived having four year olds) without ill effects. Luckily he does seem to love his sister. He wants to hold her, play with her, and just look at her. He still loves his school and it is more and more apparant each day how much they love him. My qualms of "too many worksheets" go out the window when I see the kind of love he he gets from his teachers and watch how he is thriving there.
On another note...Baseball season starts tomorrow!!! Go GIANTS :)