Bros Before Bows

These days I get asked the same questions asked over and over:

How are YOU doing?
Unavoidably tired but all healed up and feeling great, thanks.  So much easier and faster round 2.

Isn't he cuuuuuuuuttttteeee?!?!
Yes.  Yes he most certainly is.

How's the baby sleeping?
Top marks, man.  Goes to bed at 11 and wakes up around 4 and then 8 to eat.

What's it like with TWO little boys?
Well.  Let me tell you...

Eli LOVES Porter.  Fiercely.  HARD.  Like, I-love-you-so-much-I-can't-even-stand-it-so-I must-eat-you, shaking and trembling hard.  Luckily for us he's past the face-smushing phase so he settles for endless sloppy and prolonged kisses.  (Hugs have been temporarily banned due to an impressive display of Porter's projectile power after a particularly affectionate squeeze.)

It was a huge relief to me that Eli didn't resent Porter for upending his little world, because upended it was.  Suddenly Mom is nursing what feels like 50 times a day (Eli is very curious about the milk.  Yes son, your Mom IS like a cow) and changing as many diapers ("He pooped!  Again!  Can I see it?") and singing songs to someone else ("That's MY Twinkle Twinkle!).  But Eli loves his brother. He's still not sleeping as well or predictably, has inexplicable needs or pains whenever Porter starts to cry, and occasionally throws a fit when I can't carry him somewhere (Dude. You're HEAVY.) but he's two and we deal with it.

 I am so grateful for all the people that have come and helped, babysat, made food, sent food, called, texted, and most importantly PRAYED for us.  There have been times during Zach's ridiculously long shift of 12+ hour days that I was certain I would lose it.  But just before the tears would have started (mine, at least) some outside source would supply the patience, love, endurance or alertness that I needed to pull me through.  So from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

I love these two little brothers.