It’s been about a year since I last wrote.
Well, here is some news….
We had a baby.
Another boy baby.
That makes four boys.
I’m tired just typing those last few sentences.
Our sweet little bundle joined our family on July 28, 2014.
He weighed 7 pounds, 12 ounces and was 20.5 inches long.
He is the smallest baby I have had.
Even the doctor commented on how “small” he was compared to his brothers, when he uttered something about how I usually birth 25 pounders.
This guy came out fighting! He swung his arms and hands around crazily, grabbing for the clamps the doctor was holding. Doc had a good chuckle as he tried to cut the cord because our little boy wouldn’t let him do it!
The naming of this child has been discussed with passion since the day we found out we were having a boy. You know we’ve had a girl name picked out for 10 years now. Oh well. And we’ve used 6 perfectly good boy names already, so we had to do some thinking on this one.
About a year and a half prior to being pregnant, Frack casually mentioned from the back seat of the car that I needed to have another baby and it needed to be a boy. And then we would call him “Jose”, after one of his friends, “cute little Jose”, in his class.
Fast forward to the gender reveal day (no, we did not have the trendy party. We sat in our ultrasound technicians office (Hi Jennifer!) and cried happy tears that it was in fact another healthy boy and not a girl that would require mom and dad to have an intervention on how to raise girls).
So it’s a boy. And as soon as we told his older brothers, Frack fist pumped the air and said, “Wahoo! It’s Jose!!!!”
The nickname Jose has stuck.
Photo by Jennifer Murphy Photography
We are adjusting nicely to the new normal. The big boys are so sweet and doting to their little brother.
I am enjoying maternity leave with little sleep, but hey. I was smiled at today…a real, honest to goodness, not a smile while you sleep, not a gas related smile. A REAL smile.
It made my day.