- Walking with Daddy
- My sisters
- Being held
- Being in my carseat
- Diaper changes
- Loud noises
Well, we’ve survived another week and TD2 is officially two weeks old today.
We started the week off with a mini newborn photo shoot gifted to us by a friend. I hadn’t thought to do a newborn shoot until she offered, but I am so very grateful that she did. The next day, TD3 looked like a different person. In fact, everyday I have a new version of TD3. (And to answer the big question: Who does she look like – me or T-Daddy? Her sisters. The answer is her sisters.)
The reality of having three kids is starting to set in as we all adjust to our new normals. I’m still taking it easy and trying to allow my body to recover…which isn’t going as fast and easy as I’d like. Yes, I know it’s only been two weeks, but still. I miss my basement. One day though. One day…
My basement isn’t the only thing I missed this week. I also missed Parents’ Night at Awana. TD1 was not very happy that I was going to miss it. She may have even asked if I could just leave TD3 at home while I came so that there would be a parent for her and TD2 instead of T-Daddy having to be there for both of them. Luckily, my mom offered to surprise her and step in for me. Extra surprise: the Teenaged Specimen even showed up, was actually nice, and participated in the festivities. TD1 was still sad that I couldn’t be there, but having her Big Nana and Lil Nana there definitely eased the blow.
The girls are both crazy about TD3, though, I can tell that TD1 is struggling. Besides having to cope with me not being at Parents’ Night, she apparently also told her teacher that the baby cries a lot and keeps her up at night. Who knew being a big sister was this hard.
But all in all, we’re settling into a new normal. Life is good, but definitely different.