I don’t know why we spent so much time worrying about a name. All she’s ever called is “Bay Didter.” (Thatcher’s form of “Baby Sister”) and we are in love. Sterling Elyse was born on August 13th weighing 9 lbs, and 21 inches long. The boys are smitten. Thatcher can’t stand to hear her cry and wants me to ‘get her’ with every whimper she makes. Pierson smells her head 100 times a day.
If you wonder what else we’ve been up to, here’s a nutshell…
Dog barks. Baby eats. Milk spills. Boys clean. Baby spits. Boys splatter. Boys cry. Baby eats. Baby poops. Momma changes. Boys ‘help’. All sleep. Baby eats. Baby screams. Burp rags wipe. Boys play. Boys mess. All clean.
Diapers leak. Shower cleanses. Washer cleans. Dryer dries. Momma laughs. Baby eats. Baby spits. Momma forgets. Baby cries. Boys inquire. Boys wash. Boys hold. Momma celebrates. Noses run. Momma wipes. Noses run. Momma wipes.
Momma sings. Son scowls. Boys ‘fish’. Momma cleans. Toys scatter. Momma cleans. Children bonk. Momma kisses. Family plays. Noses sneeze. Boys ‘rock’. Momma saves. Momma cries. Bottoms explode. Momma cleans.
Pierson sniffs. Thatcher ‘pats’. Momma protects. Boys love. Momma loves. Neighbor retrieves. Dog barks. Momma directs. Boys ignore. Boys play. Boys argue. Momma mediates. Baby eats. Baby spits. Baby poops. Baby fusses. Momma comforts. Momma sings. Momma holds. Boys sleep. Baby sleeps. Momma sleeps. Boys kiss. Momma kisses.
Momma cherishes.
Without a doubt, I’m blessed beyond measure.
