*We've taken both boys to Mass three times, each time they behaved beautifully while Mark and I took a huge sigh of relief.
*Even though snow is still on the ground, I just can't stay inside anymore. I strapped the baby in the Bjorn, Luke in the stroller, and took a walk around the neighborhood. Sufficiently bundled, we all loved the fresh air.
*Finally believing that life does in fact go on after having a baby, I still know what's going on the world. I'm up-to-date on Somali pirates, Madoff, and a string of senseless killings.
*While it's taken me about three times as long, I'm nearly finished with Breaking Dawn, the final book in the Twilight series. While I admit that I honestly don't have time to read everyday like I did with one child, I still insist on trying.
*Mother extraordinaire Elizabeth Foss has, in the last several months, blogged about her transition with the addition of her (I think) eighth child, born prematurely. She wrote something that I've kept close to my heart,"When you have a new baby you never get back in the groove, you find a new groove." Taking this to heart, I'm trying to find my new groove. My new groove includes reading Luke books while nursing, typing one-handed, and putting my phone on silent.
*Coffee, while having a bitter taste to me for most of my pregnancy, has returned as my morning companion. There's something warm and fuzzy about cuddling my baby Paul, watching Luke play trains, sipping hot coffee and watching Bill Hemmer in the morning.