You’re a scrumptious little bundle of boy.
I think you look a lot like your gorgeous daddy.
I forgot how sweet the first two weeks with a newborn are: so sleepy, snuggly and cozy. Then, of course, comes the ‘waking-up’ period, where we get to know each other and I start to learn who you are and who you’re trying to become. Dash is already seeming to be the most appropriate name for you. You’re in quite a hurry to get moving! One thing that has been a wonderful surprise? When the sun goes down, you love to sleep. (Hallelujah!) As long as you’re curled up next to me in bed, tucked safely under my arm, turning for a midnight snack every couple of hours, you are perfectly content to snooze the night away until your brother wakes up the whole household at 7am.
Adjusting to two little ones under two hasn’t been a piece of cake, though. The most difficulty has come from trying to figure out how to divide myself in two so there is enough of me to go around. (If there was an invention for this, I’m pretty sure it would kill on Kickstarter.) I’m so, so, so proud of your big brother for learning how to share his mama. It can’t be easy for him, either, but he loves you so much, patting your head when you’re crying and softly saying, “It’s okay, Dashiell.” (Melt my heart, why don’t cha?) You’re lucky that you’ll have him to look up to. He’s a pretty great kid. Thank you, my little one, for making him a big brother and expanding our whole family’s capacity for love, diaper-changing and chaos. We all love you tremendously.
I love you my little one,