I have definitely slacked on writing these things, and don't worry, I will not combine the two of yours together like this all of the time, it just is easier to do now. My brain is still a little foggy from lack of sleep and not using it for things other than how to make Mac and Cheese, and remembering how long ago I pumped, but I thought there is no better time than the present to get the juices flowing again.
Abe, you are quite a big boy now. Ever since Sam was born you have seem bigger, older, and chattier than before. You are such a good big brother. You love Sam, and love to give him kisses. When he cries you nervously laugh and say, "I think he wants some milk." You always want to give him his pooty and say, "Here Baby Sam. Here."
Because we have spent so much time together in the last six weeks, we have forged a pretty good friendship. I catch myself sometimes when I talk to you as if you were my colleague. Sometimes I need to remember that you are only two. You are very chatty and would talk all day long non stop. You still love your trains, and you provide a very lively dialogue for them every day. "There's mean ol' Diesel," you say, "Oh, I am sorry Thomas. It's okay."
We go on walks almost every day, and we have our place where we "take a rest." We go through tree tunnels and pick leaves and put them in your big wheel's seat. You are a sweet and good boy, and so sensitive. You say, "I am so, so sad," when you don't get your way, or something upsets you. When you don't want to do something you say, "How bout tomorrow?" You make me laugh. A lot.
Baby Sam- you have grown up so much. You are a giant, chubby baby. I love your cheeks and your 34 chins. I love how you smile at me - all the time. In fact, you smile more than any baby, child, or man I have ever known. You have even started to laugh! I think that is way advanced. I am hoping that this means you will be a smiley person. Everyone likes those kind of people.
I just want you two to know that the last six weeks were tough, but we all made it through. Sometimes we all wore our pjs all day. Sometimes there were some poop accidents. Sometimes Ozzie threw up on the floor and it made me cry. But, then there were times when Abe would give me an extra kiss for no reason, or Sam would smile a crooked little smile and his eyes would disappear into his cheeks and that made it all okay. And now, we have our Daddy home (or Dad as Abe has started calling him for no reason at all), so we will be able to have fun together and start going pee pee on the potty again (that was for Abe, not me).
I am the luckiest girl in the world to have such good boys. I love you so much.
Mama
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