Two Weeks & Three Days.
Today was kind of a stressful day. Apparently I cannot make a relaxed, chill baby.
I guess there’s always hope for a fourth baby to be an “easy” one? Haha!
I can do everything while holding the baby except for cook. And I am hungry. Really hungry. Thus, frustration.
(Well I don’t hold him while I use the bathroom either, but that only takes a minute. Cooking takes a bit more time.)
Rosie loves holding him, but he screams unless he is in a rare content moment when he’s ok without my nipple jammed in his face.
Regardless I am so, so in love with this little guy.
He’s totally a belly sleeper. He hates being on his back! He prefers his little rump to be up in the air, just like it was in the womb.
He’ll sleep next to me in bed pretty well most nights as long as he’s in that position. It makes me kind of nervous, but there isn’t much I can do about it. Can’t just leave him on his back screaming. He actually has pretty good head control for a two week old baby. He can lift his head and turn it while laying on his belly, and he can hold up his head when we have him upright for short periods of time.
Both of the girls hated “tummy time” with a burning rage, so this is new and different.
Henry gets all cozy, bum in the air, and his mouth even hangs open when he passes out in a deep sleep. He is really just like a little old man. Cracks me up!
Here are a few pictures of him in Rosie’s arms this evening. She is so incredibly proud that I trust her enough to carry him around. She tells everyone we see that she’s allowed to carry her baby brother and help take care of him.
This picture has a bit of wide angle distortion, her head isn’t really that big. And Baby Henry is out of focus because the aperture was set too low…but I’m saving the picture anyway.
Henry is all about the goofy newborn faces, of course.
I think he’s so red because it was about 98% humidity out there. So humid it was foggy, or hazy I guess. I promise Rosie wasn’t strangling him or anything.
I can’t get over how very boyish he is. I never thought the girls looked “girly”, but Henry has a masculine look.
I wonder if his eyes will stay blue? I thought they were murky colored, but they just look dark blue here out in the light.
We have trouble getting a good look at them. He’s not wide eyed and bushy tailed like Ada and Rosie were.
(He has forehead wrinkles just like Tyler!)
It was so golden outside as we walked home tonight.
I can’t wait until he starts smiling back at us.
This is Honey, the horse who gives kisses.
Here she is in black and white.
The camera confused her because I got close to her and I wasn’t giving her kisses or treats. She got pissed off and stomped away right after this.
I can’t wait to own horses one day. I don’t have time or money for that level of responsibility right now, sadly, despite having the land.
Horses are gorgeous, soulful creatures, but they sure are a lot of work.
This is Sadie, who is still getting fattened up. (One that my neighbor just got.)
She’s sad looking, like she’s two seconds away from the glue factory, but so very friendly! I adore her long white eyelashes.
Living here is like therapy to me. When I have a bad day, when I’m stressed, or when I have that constant horrible anxious feeling all I have to do is spend half an hour outside. I can go in the woods, pet the animals–mine or the any that belong to all my neighbors, feed the koi fish and catfish, or just rock on my huge front porch while looking at the hills.
Then I feel so much better, so much happier.
Every time we come home from running errands or something I feel this huge sense of peace and happiness. I’ve never felt that way about any place I’ve lived before.
I can’t get over it! Moving here has seriously changed my life.
These are the chicks that were hatching when we first moved here. Remember the picture I posted of one coming out of the shell?
They’re now called The Yard Chickens.
The cats absolutely love it here. It’s kitty paradise.
My yard chickens are in the road. I hope they don’t get hit by traffic…
What makes the sunset different colors every night? Why is it pink and purple some nights, and golden orange other nights?
I am completely overwhelmed by the beauty of nature every single day.
A new wildflower blooms every week. One day I hope to know the names of each one.
All of this is just outside of my front door. My big kitchen window looks out over this field. (My field!)
And here’s the best part of all:
Ada dressed herself, she insisted. Don’t even ask.
Mandy, that is Rosie’s favorite dress of all time!
Despite the beauty of nature and how much I adore living here, I still have to get up and finish the dishes. Reality…can’t escape it.