We're one month in. One month has passed since we welcomed sweet Sadie into our family. Into our lives. Because there's not one second of life that goes by that doesn't have at least one of us completely consumed by this itty bitty person.
We're still living in the fog of newborn demands around the clock. I have a tendancy to hole up for a couple of weeks upon a baby arrival. And even though I've resurfaced, I'm still just treading it feels. But I wanted to at least share some photos from our first month as a family of 5.
See? 5 of us.
We brought home a teeny sleepy little bundle.
And Grandpa came to meet his granddaughter.
We put a bow on her, and eased into the world of girl.
She opened her eyes, and we're all getting acquainted.
But do you know what else happens during those foggy newborn days? Cuddles and snuggles and smooching newborn cheeks and necks and fingers and mouths and inhaling that sweet baby smell as they snooze on your chest. Ohhhh my heart.
He's also been notorious for bringing things to her. Whether it's a belonging of hers that he's found or toys to incorporate her into his play, she is adorned with stuff by her littlest big brother on a daily basis. If I leave her unattended with him for any period of time, I return to little sister who doesn't mind her halo of toy dishes, blanket of hot wheels, or socks on her mouth and eye one bit.
Owen loves her so affectionately. He often asks to hold her, and smothers her in kisses, which is not something his daddy or I are ever on the receiving end for. He seems to have a special little place in his heart for his baby sister. He overflows with pride, and couldn't wait to show her to his friends at school. He returns home and asks for her immediately because he missed her that day.
He is usually the one responsible for her wearing a bow, and wants to be in charge of picking it out each day. And he's a helper. He takes charge of pushing the stroller during school drop-off and pick-up. In the photo below, I had even offered to carry his bags, but he insisted he carry them so that I "could carry Brooksy 'cause he's kinda busy."
We've made it. A whole month.
With pink in our house. Ahem.