Sunday, May 31, 2015

Sunday, May 31, 2015 - The Second Child

Sometimes I feel really bad for all the ways Penelope seems to get the shaft due to being the second child. But really, she was just born into a completely different world than Micah was. There are some things she doesn't get that Micah had. On the other hand, there are some things she does get that Micah didn't have. She has a big brother, she has a playmate, she has another young person in her life to show her the ropes in a way adults never could.

And unfortunately, because we're chasing a three year old while also caring for a newborn and trying not to hate each other and ourselves for all the sacrifices we're making, Penelope's life does not have as much documentation as Micah's early life did. But I think that in part that's because when we have the time, we would rather spend it looking at her and nuzzling her and savoring our time with her during each of her incredible stages, instead of disconnecting to take photos and notes.

And I think that's okay. The second child doesn't have it better or worse, it's just different and just as with the first child, parents spend their time trying to give their second child the best life possible and it looks a little different than it did for the first one.

Friday, May 29, 2015

Friday, May 29, 2015 - Micah's Eyes

Micah closed his eyes and asked me what color his eyes are today while we were out at breakfast. I asked if it was a guessing game and told him they were brown.

He said, "No, the back of my eyes, here." (His eyelid) I told him they were skin color.

He was kind of sad, "But that lady's are blue."

Poor kid thought that woman really lucked out getting blue eyelids and his were just boring skin color. I promised we would put eyeshadow on for him later.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Friday, May 8, 2015 - Pre-Mother's Day

This morning, Micah told me that I look like a princess. I have to admit that after having a baby, I feel kinda fat. Everyone does, right? Today, because I had to go to work, I am wearing dress pants that are about one size too small for my current waistline and a button-up shirt that is tucked in, creating a bulge precisely in the region I am self-conscious of. But Micah thinks I look like a princess. What a nice way to start the day. Even if the only reason is because I have a fancy necklace on. :)