Welcome, Little One

Aoife finally decided to join us on February 9, a week late, thus carrying on the family tradition of never being able to get anywhere on time. She decided to follow in her brother's footsteps by arriving at 41 weeks exactly and was pretty much the same size as her brother, at 7 lbs and 20 inches (Cormac was 7 lbs 1 oz, and 19 inches). Actually, Aoife even looked almost exactly like her brother when he was born. When it comes to cooking my babies, I am nothing if not consistent.

The only downside to the similarities between my two children is that I sometimes forget that Aoife is a girl, especially since we dress her in the same clothes that Cormac wore.

Things we have learned about Aoife so far: she is feisty, loud, and has very large feet. She also sleeps quite well at night and is often content to lay by herself and look around at the world during the day.

Welcome to the world, little one.

Go To Sleep

Cormac is currently upstairs refusing to nap. I know he's tired because he fell asleep in the car right before we got home, and his cheeks are rosy, but now he's just throwing stuff over the gate we use to keep him contained in his room. This wouldn't be the end of the world, except that I'm exhausted and overly pregnant and want to nap. I'm trying to be patient with him, but this is what I really want to say:



Remind me again why we're having another one.