Daylight Savings + late night = a morning spent watching his expressions.
Two Aunties came to visit this weekend- from Chicago and Philly. They’re soaking up as much baby holding / kid loving time as possible and we are so very glad.
One name we won’t go with is the one I wanted most. Perhaps little Bubs (as we call him) will thank his older siblings one day for saving them from being named after one of Mama’s favorite authors.
And if you happen to come to our house or get a phone call from the seven-year-old Pollster, you too can become a card carrying member of the anti-Flannery club.
One week in. This baby with a bunch of names is still a dream of a sleeper. Bubbe has caught onto nursing like a champ and does not seem to get bothered by much other than hunger and diaper changes. We have stayed indoors through the cold cold days and spent many hours snuggling, playing games, and listening to audio stories.
The pediatrician gave a great reason for a third baby to be so laid back: the third kid is thinking, “are they going to keep me?”
We still cannot believe how chill this baby is. And someday, hopefully soon, this baby will go ahead and tell us what his name is… until then, it’s the house of a million nicknames.