We hosted several dear friends and managed several successful outings this weekend and the weather was gorgeous. Putting aside the fact that we forgot extra clothes for Roycie to compensate for mid-soccer accident and ran out of diapers for Carter at a brewery, I’d say we won. And, bonus time with Summie and Leo capped it off.
“You have 5 toes so you’re not a goblin.”
“I love babies! …and…I love jets jeeps and space shuttles.”
… and a celebration of new hand-me-downs!
You are 11 lbs, 4 oz and 23 inches of pure joy. We’re so proud of how you’ve grown this past month, and the docs are too. Our first few weeks were so so hard so I’ve been trying to really soak you in during the last few now that you’ve turned the corner into happily eating and wriggling and fussing like all other two month olds. It’s hard to tell whether you are more of a Harper or a Roycie on personality and everyone we see swears you look exactly like one of them on any given day (lately more Roycie). What I do know is that you’ve brought the perfect amount of extra love, laughter and chaos to our house to make us complete.
We were delayed on our photos. Harper made up for what you lacked in enthusiasm.
And today we tried again!
And while I’m at it, here was our one month shot! Life with three is less punctual. But very happy.
Marine Corps One emergency landed in our little Arlawn park! Minds blown.
Getting out for a walk, doing some yoga on the back deck, and this:
It’s been seven weeks and a day since Carter James catapulted himself into our lives. I know I’ll hardly remember the details. It’s already become a blur of high highs, low lows, stress, panic, worry, appreciation, exhaustion, overwhelming heart-expanding love and now, relief.
We’ve been showered with love and generosity beyond what I knew was possible. We’ve said yes to all the help. Thank you cards have gone unwritten. Days have blurred into weeks, the time marked by doctors visits and my phone alarm set at 2.5 hour feeding or pumping intervals. Food has arrived and loved ones have lifted us and held us and carried us through.
Tomorrow marks two weeks since our last weekly pediatrician visit, standing by the scale holding our breath for the weigh ins. Our little guy now feels hearty. And smushy. And needy for all of the normal baby needs.
Carter James Fernandez, welcome home.
So much has happened but I’m too sleep deprived to do it justice (WELCOME CARTER JAMES!) so I’ll just start small with a quote that I want to always remember from tonight.
When we started dinner, I told the kids I had a feeling it was going to be a great dinner with eating and listening and no whining.
At the end of dinner, I told them I was so proud of them for doing such a good job.
Harper, dead serious: “Sometimes dreams do come true mama.”
Finally got videos working again! A few months ago but still a goodie.
These pics in from Elsabe and Harper’s school today, by total coincidence…
We took two weeks off. For the first time in I don’t know how long. We stayed at a farm in Lancaster, met Thomas the train, rode amusement park rides, and did all the monkey bars and slides and bike rides and fishing and boating and ice cream eating and frolicking that could be done in the Thousand Islands. Feeling so grateful.
MoMo and Zio came down and hung out with the kids while we golfed, dined, lounged and slept on a quick little bday/babymoon overnight. We indulged in…
Lazy meals with no schedule…
Beautiful stores with breakable items…
Super fancy dinner…
…and lazy rainy Scrabble!
It was an absolute gift.
And meanwhile, happy happy kids at the home front:
We are so grateful! And glad to be back home. ❤️❤️❤️
Proud girl, proud mama