~Our son Owen, 3 1/2 years old, has been calling the new baby (Gabriel) Rachel. I honestly think he hears himself saying Gabriel, but it comes out as a very clear Rachel. Bizarre.
~Never could I have guessed that I would find a 22-month-old's "yes" so charming.
~Evidently the birth team thinks I'm hilarious. Or maybe that laugh that much at every mama's jokes?
~I may be the only woman in America to feel this way, but I don't really see the allure of Pinterest. I am on it, and I use it occasionally, but I am not as drawn in as others seem to be...
~My (youngest) son's chest circumference was 2 cm bigger than his head. Small wonder he needed that extra effort to push out!
~After bumming around in pajamas and stretchy pants all week, I'm more than a little nervous at the prospect of wearing real clothes this weekend.
~I find it amusing that, in spite of the fact that I have four sons, it is my daughter who will be portraying Jesus as a toddler in our church's Christmas musical.
~Today Ben and Kyle bring home the photos they took during and after Gabe's birth. How terrifying is that?!
~A friend lent me a wrist brace, which I am wearing as much as possible. In related news, I am trying really, really hard not to get any bodily fluids on said wrist brace. Nothing else, either, but particularly not bodily fluids. So far, so good...