Ladies and gentlemen, I am back. I know, I know. More torture!
And after popping out another kid, I am more sarcastic and crazy as ever.
Eat your heart out, readers.
The deets: On Jan. 29, I popped out a handsome, healthy and hairy boy. He is so wonderful and easy. I got lucky that both kids were/are quiet, calm babies; softly crying only for food, diaper changes and maybe a position change. Don’t hate. I’ll pay for it later! My nearly 3 year old is a firecracker. She’s a sweetheart with a seriously cranky Miss Hyde side.
BTW, big sister is doing great. As soon as she met her little brother, she had a sparkle in her eye and a huge smile. She still has it. Every morning, she asks for candy pancakes and to see her little brother. “Where’s your brother?” she asks. Adorable. At least she isn’t holding a blanket over his head or kicking him. Whew!
Balancing it all has been pretty smooth for the most part. I was worried like a total wuss, but now I realize I was fretting basically for nothing. I started back to work this week and so far so good. It also helps that I have Mary Freakin’ Poppins as my sitter. Bless her.
I had 8 weeks off for healing and bonding, and that time just raced on by. Two kids are definitely better than one and they don’t stay little for long. I’m aiming to make the most of it every day.