It's already been a month since Mitchell was born. Life is more hectic, for sure, but we're starting to get the hang of things. Well, on a good day. Leaving the house is practically a three ring circus, but I assume that corralling the troops will eventually get easier.
And minus some pretty spectacular meltdowns, which I'll chalk up to age and illness, Owen is really a great big brother. He's always requesting to see, hug, hold, and wake up Mitchell. He's also quick to tell me when Mitchell is crying, usually the result of being jarred awake by Owen saying, "Hi-iiiiii Mitchell-llllll" right in his face.
We're trying to keep our routine as normal as possible and have been getting out of the house for lots of fresh air and playtime with friends. Owen also just started playing soccer. Yes, soccer lessons for two year old's is actually a thing!
It pretty much goes without saying that we're exhausted but I try to take comfort in knowing that someday we'll all sleep through the night. For now Mitch and I are night owls, bonding through midnight cuddles and inconsistent yet frequent feedings. As a result, I've been stricken with Mommy brain. I'm totally scatterbrained, have trouble finishing thoughts and yearn for a long nap, a giant cocktail, a spa day and a yoga class. Sigh...
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