On July 31st at 4:35 am, our son Luke Thomas was born. He was 8lbs, 13oz and 20 inches long at 41 weeks. He has the best cheeks ever and likes to be held. By me. :) He is healthy, I am healthy, and we’re all a teensy bit smitten.
Lily and Ben (4 and 3) are great helpers, they get little high pitched excited baby talk voices. The don’t call him Luke, they call him “the new baby Luke”. When Adam (18 months) sees him, he gets the happiest smile and says “baaaaby”, and even as a busy kid, he is super gentle. He’s never been much of a snuggler, but lately, he is.
How are we? Tired. I feel like we have absolutely no sense of normalcy. I even feel a little crazy. But I’ve been listening to whatever’s telling me to just take it easy. These times will fly (heck I can’t believe it’s been nine days!) and maybe I’m just realizing it this fourth time around. No blogging, no projects, no worrying about getting everything done. Just focusing on spending time with our little family. And kissing Luke’s little chubby wrists and cheeks. And putting down the phone and just watching a little baby sleep in my arms.
We’ll find our new normal, I’ll get back to posting, and the laundry will get caught up on. (Maybe.) But for now, I could care less. I want to soak up these little minutes.
I am so in love with this little guy and feel blessed that he’s ours.