I've said to people who've asked how I'm doing lately that this 3-kid gig is easier than I thought it would be. I think I was psyching myself up for a brutal new reality that would have me chewing my fingernails, grabbing for the gin, and yelling my head off all day or something. In truth, our new sweetie is an easy, mellow baby whose needs are very easy to interpret and satisfy. Give her a clean diaper, a belly full of milk, and some time spent ON you everyday listening to your heart beat and she's happy indeed.
Which is not to say that this is easy exactly. I had a good friend over yesterday and felt like my new baby-full life must look pretty frantic from the outside. Maybe that's just because Bean was going nuts that day, chucking toys at Sister's head, yelling at me when I reprimanded her, spitting food out onto her lunch plate, etc. She generally chooses to do this sort of thing when I'm distracted by something else, of course--nursing, talking on the phone, talking to someone besides her, merely thinking about a sewing project. So finding time to blog is difficult now. Bean has been asking several times a day lately, "What are we gonna do NOW?" when there's a perceived lull, which means no seizing a few quiet moments to electronically scribble down a few thoughts for me. I'm only able to do it now because she happens to be napping at the same time as Husband and her baby sister.
This is not a complaint. I always have the thought lurking in my mental background that this is the last time I'll do this--the last time I'll have a sweet little baby to take care of and the last time that Bean will be this crazy, sassy, tornado of a toddler. It makes me feel a little sad, a little old, and a little less likely to indulge in a temper tantrum my own self.