
To couple the ease and the "I've walked this path before" sense of the second child, with the time and focus, minus the anxiety, the "omigod, omigod, what the fuck does THIS mean?" of the first.
I sit here with a lovely sleeping babe lying alongside me, and so often, when it's late and it's just us two, I find myself amazed that I actually have another child.
That somehow in the rush of getting us all through the day in one piece from morning 'til night, I miss out.
That I'm on autopilot with Sam.
Feed, change, bounce, next...
I like the night time. When things slow down, and I am able to drink in this new boy.