see. these pictures prove that our lives are blissfully peaceful right now.
unless, of course, you come during one of the millions of moments when we aren't taking pictures. then you would see a very easy going 6 week old, sleeping amidst the chaos and noise of two big sisters. or you might catch a glimpse of one of his sisters (who will go unnamed) patting his head much too roughly while I try to breastfeed him. the same sister also likes to climb onto the couch (a newly acquired skill) and then attempt to get down by any means possible, leaving me diving across the couch multiple times a day with a tiny in my hands.
yes, the small snapshots of our lives are nothing at all like our realities. and, they do nothing at all to capture the out of control noise levels in our home. somehow, with the third child, I am much more realistic. while I do sometimes hold him and just stare at him, my thoughts during that time aren't the sweet sentimental thoughts I often had the first couple of times. instead, I confess to him my short comings 'hey buddy, mama is going to get frustrated with you some day. mama might even yell. i'm sorry. i know i fall short. but, i love you something fierce, and I promise to do my best to be patient and kind. just know, you were born into an imperfect family. as a result, you will learn quickly about saying sorry and forgiveness.' he never seems phased by this.
we are adjusting to life with three here. it hasn't been easy. it hasn't been hard. it has just, been. i'm thankful every day that God chose to give us a son. it would not have been our timing for things, but, at the end of the night, after putting the high energy, boisterous big and little to bed, there's something redemptive in staring at tiny while he sleeps.
unless, of course, you come during one of the millions of moments when we aren't taking pictures. then you would see a very easy going 6 week old, sleeping amidst the chaos and noise of two big sisters. or you might catch a glimpse of one of his sisters (who will go unnamed) patting his head much too roughly while I try to breastfeed him. the same sister also likes to climb onto the couch (a newly acquired skill) and then attempt to get down by any means possible, leaving me diving across the couch multiple times a day with a tiny in my hands.
yes, the small snapshots of our lives are nothing at all like our realities. and, they do nothing at all to capture the out of control noise levels in our home. somehow, with the third child, I am much more realistic. while I do sometimes hold him and just stare at him, my thoughts during that time aren't the sweet sentimental thoughts I often had the first couple of times. instead, I confess to him my short comings 'hey buddy, mama is going to get frustrated with you some day. mama might even yell. i'm sorry. i know i fall short. but, i love you something fierce, and I promise to do my best to be patient and kind. just know, you were born into an imperfect family. as a result, you will learn quickly about saying sorry and forgiveness.' he never seems phased by this.
we are adjusting to life with three here. it hasn't been easy. it hasn't been hard. it has just, been. i'm thankful every day that God chose to give us a son. it would not have been our timing for things, but, at the end of the night, after putting the high energy, boisterous big and little to bed, there's something redemptive in staring at tiny while he sleeps.
