With pretty much every single baby, the first week is heaven. I've rarely taken a drug much stronger than Tylenol in my life, but I can't imagine being high could feel much better than the first week with a newborn baby.
The tiny feet, the sweet smells, the tiny diapers, the snuggling... who needs sleep anyway? The sore breasts, the aching back are nothing compared to the ecstasy that is holding a tiny infant.
I am feeling markedly better today.
Peter wasn't really being grouchy for this picture. I told him I wanted to take his picture shortly after the kids had posed here just before him. I think he was trying to be a tough guy to be like them in the game they were playing.
Clark and Bethany returned home from youth conference today. They had a BOOT Camp theme at Camp Williams (Utah National Guard Reserves training area). From all reports they had a great time-- the highlight being the obstacle courses. Clark did not care for the repelling, but he's always been one to prefer to be on steady ground. Bethany loved the repelling. Clark came home and almost immediately headed to play practice and then to work. Bethany came home and almost immediately took a nap. She's still sleeping several hours later. I'm guessing she didn't get much sleep while she was gone.
Elinor had a babysitting job in the neighborhood for the last three days. I'm happy to have her home as well. She has been on a cleaning rampage (no complaints from me). Her room is spic and span and she cleaned up the kitchen so she and a friend could make and decorate cupcakes.
One more of Greta. She has been nursing well, sleeping well, diapering well. It would appear that we've saved the best for last!
Shh, don't tell the other kids.