Sarah's home, the baby is home, we're all home. That makes it hard to judge how difficult this will really be. Because soon I'll be at work and Sarah will be here with an infant, a toddler and the world's neediest dog. I've been handling much of the Q duty. We've gone to the store and learned how to say "we're rolling" while cruising the new Target in their high tech, super smooth grocery carts. We also dug around in the dirt and pulled some weeds while Sarah was drinking up time with the baby, the only guy left in the house who will cuddle.
Soon she'll be holding one child and chasing down another. This is the beginning of the crazy. It's also when moms learn how to make PB & Js with their feet.
Eventually Q will go to "school" for part of the week, so Sarah will have time alone with the New Guy to indoctrinate him into a world of hugs and Julia Roberts' movies.
But the house is nothing short of a love fest right now. Our conversation is full of superlatives; everybody is 'the best' big brother or the 'most wonderful' dog ever. We're learning how to have multiple 'bests' and that number one is many.
The New Guy is good. Well, that's my take, but I'm the one who slept most of the night. Sarah was up with him a lot yet she still seems to like him. I have no idea how she maintains...could be she's the best ever.
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