We are surviving around here. Paul coming home was easier than bringing home a newborn, you know, just in case you are ever debating having a biological child or adopting a child with special needs from an orphanage.
So that should tell you a bit about newborns.
Really, Xander is sweet and a pretty good baby. As most almost one month olds, he sleeps a lot. But when he doesn’t sleep, it’s usually at inopportune times, like when I’d like to sleep. That’s the tricky part. But it’s getting better and I’m certainly not complaining. Babies are magic. I’d have 800 of them if I could.
The boys are adjusting well. In retrospect, I think there was some emotional upheaval for the first few days. Or maybe they are just preschoolers. Or some combination of the two. But it has gotten much more peaceful.
The boys are such good big brothers. Ben likes to give Xander his pacifier when he cries. He has also tried his hand a puppeteering to make his baby bro happy:
It didn’t really work.
Paul occasionally, sweetly, pats Xander on the head and then promptly moves along with his business. But the other day he actually watched him for a bit.
To be fair to Paul, up until then Xander hadn’t been awake much. And even when awake, he’s not all that entertaining.
And now some gratuitous photos for your enjoyment.