sibs..

At play

It would be perfect...

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.

Nature? Nurture?

Finally got Josh and the Iris together after an heinously long time... They are hilarious, entirely charming and quite thoughtful considering they are two and a bit and three and a bit...


And then there was this

Iris with purse in one hand and shopping basket in another
"Let's go shopping!!!"

Josh sitting on the floor, playing with Iris' wood truck
"No...I can't... I'm fixing my truck"

Iris
"Just a little shopping..."

Josh
"No...I can't... I'm fixing my truck"


Omigod.

Just because...

Conversation...

Overheard from the back of the Mini on the way home from Montessori

Hi Sam! It is Josh. It is me, Josh, hi-ing you.
I missed you.
Sam. You don't any have teeth.
But you have a face.




So. Turns out it may not be thrush. But something a little more... Unusual. Blood flow related... Raynaud's Syndrome... *CRRRRACK!!!!!* Oh Look! Struck by the Nursing Deities again...

Oh look...

Still have three days of D1flucan to go... And the thrush is flaring up again.

Goodbye pain-free nursing. It was nice while it lasted. What was that? A week?

Fuck me.