Brae update:

— Brae walks up to me the other day, completely out of the blue, looks me square in the eyes, points his finger in my face, and says very sternly, “Mom, don’t HIT me!”…. that boy is going to get me in trouble one of these days.

— The other day, Brae hands me his wet diaper and declares, “Mom, I want to go potty.” We go upstairs to his little potty where he stands over it for several minutes, flexing his little bum muscles. Finally, he proclaims, “Mom, it’s too hard.” Then, he reaches down, and picks up the little potty and plants it squarely over/in front of his privates. I’d love to know the thought process that went behind that one…. “Hmm.. maybe if I bring the potty to ME, the pee will come…”

Sienna update:

— My father-in-law told me that he had a conversation with a friend about the journey Sienna took to come to us. He was telling him the whole story and at the end, asked his friend: “How do you think Sienna will process this when she is older? What would you think if you were Sienna?” And the friend said without hesitation, “I thought about that very same question as you were telling the story. The first thing that came to my mind is that I would be so grateful. So grateful someone went to that much trouble to save me.” I LOVE that.

— Sienna is a porker. And I say that with the utmost affection. But, I’m often finding dried, curdled milk in her neck folds. That does NOT smell good. And… umm… I’m having a hard time distinguishing her feminine parts from her thighs. It’s all just rolls down there! And, as my dear friend stated, “I hope no one ever thinks that about me!” Ha ha. (Only behind your back, Lauren). xoxo

— Sienna is definitely a more challenging infant than Brae was, and yet, I think that she’s probably perfectly “normal.” I’m realizing we were probably just very lucky with Brae. But, I fall more and more in love with my daughter (it’s so weird to say that word!) every day. I love you, baby girl.

Britney update:

— I’ve had a relatively easy and quick recovery (can I get an AMEN to that?). That’s what just 6 pushes yields (after 31 hours of torture). I did my first run/walk at 11 days P.S. (post-Sienna). And I’ve slowly been building up to a full run, for about 30 minutes at a time. It is heaven to return to one of my favorite pastimes — summer evening runs. And, my fabu brother-in-law made me a terrific 80s playlist that I cannot wait to rock out to. I ask you, is there anything better than running to Starship?

I think not.

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