The Sibling Ying Yang

Weston is only 7 weeks old. I am really not in a position to speculate about the dynamic two children have on a household, but I can't help but notice this uncanny relationship between the two.

During the last couple of months, we have become accustom with this:








The whiny, tantrum throwing 2 year old and the sweet, lovable bitty baby.

Over the last two days, they have collaborated and thrown us a curve ball:








Our sweet, spunky little E has returned with more than enough hugs and love to go around.

And the little stinkweed is raising holy hell, refusing to be held by anyone but The Mommy...and it's not because he likes me better, it's simply because I supply the food.

Which brings me to my theory...one must be the yin to the other's yang. In short, I will never have a sane day again. I've resigned myself to the fact that if I want my day to be in ANY way productive, it's going to have to start after his 4 o'clock feeding. The dishes in the sink- still there. The sheets in the dryer- barely made it on the bed before 10pm. The exercise DVDs I tried to start- still in the shrink wrap.

Serenity NOW!

On to some better news...
I am happy to report that Weston seems to be doing really well. He is taking his many medications well, and it would appear that there is evidence of bile drainage (yellow and green poops)! Yea! Let's hope he keeps it up!

Location:The deepest recesses of my happy place