So the little man is born, and we are all trying to adjust to a new life. He is very cute, but seems to be having some digestive issues. This is very trying and very pitiful, and late at night we cry together. But he is a beautiful little guy, and Rowan and Genevieve ask for "baby butter" first thing every morning. That being said, they are also acting like two-year-olds, and pushing their limits a whole bunch. This also brings the queen of hormones to tears, more often than not. Otherwise, things are rolling right along, I have no idea what day it is, and if I have a shower, it's a miracle. When we get a car that fits 3 car seats, we will start having some adventures. I am so excited to not be pregnant, I feel like I am becoming a semi-normal person, with energy to walk up and down the hall (believe it or not, this is something to celebrate). I have a very tired, but very kind husband, who is calm and available when I start to melt down. All these things add up to my life. It's odd that I have 3 kids, it has all happened very quickly. But I love them, and in a couple of months, I expect I will have a better handle on things! It's good to have internet access once again...
