All Three--Picture Perfect

This is what happens sometimes...most times...when I try to take pictures of all three of my completely calm, still, and non-silly boys.  Picture perfect.

 

08.13.2013

Today: August 16, 2013

While Austin was napping, Coop and I took advantage of the fact that it wasn't 100+ degrees outside.  We set out a blanket in the front yard and laid down in the grass with baby Grayson between us.  On his own, Cooper began to tell Grayson about the different trees we saw hanging over us.  He even told Grayson that you can get syrup and honey from trees.  Cooper pointed out when birds were chirping nearby and when an airplane flew overhead.  He picked some grass and showed it to his little brother, "Grayson, this is grass.  Does it tickle your nose?".  Then Coop turned to me and said, "Grayson likes nature.  He's using all his senses to learn about nature."  I love that little boy. 

Grayson started to get a little tired, so we went to the porch to rock him.  Cooper picked out two big brown leaves--one for me and one for him.  They were our rocket ships and we were going to fly them to outer space.  While I rocked Grayson, Coop and I flew our leaf rockets to different planets, avoiding meteor showers along the way.

Today was a great day.  It felt normal.  It felt easy.  We've had more good days than difficult ones since adding a new little one to our family, but today was just a little different for some reason.  All the stars aligned and everything, all day, was easy.  And everyone, all day, was happy, well behaved and easy.  Maybe I can do this stay-at-home-mom-of-three thing after all...

This is How We Roll

July 10, 2013

This was the first time I had all three boys in the car by myself.  We went to feed ducks with Megan and Abby.  Grayson was only nine days old.  I remember turning around and thinking, "Oh my goodness.  We have a full car...of boys."  And off we went on our first fun outing!  (I sent this picture to Annie with the text, "This is how three rolls.

 

July 20, 2013

And this was our first dinner out as a family of five.  We went to the mall!  We needed to get out of the house, so we went somewhere where the boys could explore and "play" and we could grab something really quick to eat.  Plus, I think I needed to exchange something...  The boys got to run around in the courtyard area after we ate and we grabbed a quick ice cream before heading home.  But this was another moment, as we were walking in, where it hit me of, "Oh my goodness.  I have three boys and this is what a family of five looks like walking into the mall..."  That's how we roll.

Perfection

Eight days old and totally perfect.  I am in love.

THREE!!

This was our post-delivery celebration picture.  

THREE Lamb boys...check!

07.01.2013

Grayson's First Bath

At four days old, Grayson got his first bath at home.  He let out a few loud squawks just at the very beginning, but he quickly realized baths are nice and relaxing.  He settled in and has enjoyed bath time ever since.  (And, he's actually my first kiddo to love baths from the beginning!)

Coop and Austin were anxious to help bathe their baby brother.

 

 Then, some cuddle time with biggest brother.

"Hold Baby?"

The first day that Austin met Grayson, he was very curious about his new baby brother and examined him very closely.  But it wasn't until the second day when Austin showed any interest in holding Grayson.  I asked Coop first if he wanted to hold Grayson, and after he declined, Austin quickly asked me, "Hold Baby?"  He followed my instructions of hopping up on the bed and held out his arms for his new brother.

He stared at Grayson's little face for awhile, pointing out all of his parts--eyes, nose, mouth, ears.  Even the trucks on his outfit and the puppy faces on his feet.  Luckily, sweet little Grayson didn't mind getting poked by big brother.

 

When it was time to let go of "baby," this was the look I got.  Austin did not want to let go of his new brother.  Austin's little hands squeezed Grayson tighter, pulled him closer into his own body, and told me, "No.  Hold Baby."  (And still now as I type this, seven weeks later, Austin still asks on a daily basis to "hold baby.")