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The Weeks Go Marching One By One


Here we go, week three of momma of two.  Already, I can't remember what life was like without Owen.  He has turned our world upside down.  It is a constant readjustment--but in a good way.  

Ian is so incredibly helpful.  He has had a few days away from the house for various reasons--and we manage without him, but it is just a change.  Things don't get done as quickly--yet life feels like I hit the fast-forward button.  Very little down time when you are taking care of two.  I lean on technology much more than I would like (to entertain Haley while I am feeding Owen or trying to get things accomplished ) but I am slowly learning better ways to balance.  Thinking ahead and trying to be two steps ahead of everyone's needs is super helpful. 

Owen is still an incredible baby.  Nursing is going well.  He gained almost a pound in a week! He sleeps well, but is starting to stay awake more and more throughout the day.  But when he is a wake, he is just chill.  Like right now--Haley is napping, and Owen and I are just hanging out in my bedroom.  He is in his bassinet next to my bed just looking around the room, and has been doing just that for about an hour now.  He will let me know when he is ready to eat again--but other than that--he never fusses just to fuss. 

Haley is doing well.  She is loving every minute of her daddy being home.  I always try to remind myself not to yearn for "someday" too much because you can totally miss the moment.  BUT I do yearn for the day that she begins to value momma a bit more.  She is attached to Ian's hip--and sadly, I am a tad jealous.  I get it. I am the primary care taker.  I am old news.  She is with me 24.7.  Also, I am care taking Owen a lot now--so she is sticking close to dad to deal with all that.  We will have "girl time" more someday. Shopping.  Boy talk.  Motherly advice.  My time will come.  

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