Two months old

Today marks two months since Saxon and Ella turned our lives upside down. The whirlwind started just around 4 p.m. Friday, July 18. It's strange that it feels like only yesterday but at the same time seems a lifetime away.


(Saxon at one day old. He's still small, but nowhere near this tiny!)

As I think about it, I'm struck by the contrasts of what has changed and what remains the same.

For example:

We still do a ton of dishes. But now half of them are baby bottles.

We still help Nick and Amanda with their homework. But now I do it while rocking a baby.

We still watch the news after the kids go to bed. But now I do it while feeding a baby.

From the outset it was a goal for Callie and me for these babies to have as little a negative impact on the older kids as possible. In large part, I believe we have been successful in this. As pictures on this blog can attest, Nick and Amanda have taken to Saxon and Ella and the bond of family is already strong.


(Ella, shown her at one day old, spent her early days in a glass box. You wouldn't know it today)

I know that in the scheme of things two months is not a long time, but it certainly does feel that way sometimes. Maybe it's the long nights. They certainly don't make things very easy. In fact, the lack of sleep usually makes things harder.

I recently ran into the wife of one of Amanda's old soccer coaches. She is the mother of triplets and she offered me some insights. Her boys are the same age as Amanda (10) and people ask her if its any easier to raise them now.

"It never gets easier," she said. "It just gets different."

While somewhat of a stark prospect, she and I both agreed that singleton parents have no room to complain and that we wouldn't give up a single one of our multiple miracles.