My due date was yesterday…


but little A arrived at 11:32 pm on Veterans Day.  11/11.  A perfect date for an ex-high-school-history-teacher.  He was 7lbs, 15oz and 20 inches long.  He has been a perfect little dream baby so far–unlike his older brother who was essentially kicked out of the nursery for screaming nonstop.   We are definitely having some adjustment problems from big brother P…he has been acting out in ridiculously cliche ways for someone with a new little sibling…and of course, being now the Terrible Three doesn’t help matters.  But we’re surviving.  And if little A continues in his awesomeness, we may just be able to thaw our frozen tykes and try for a third sometime down the line.  Although…we are two for eighteen…and we only have eight frozen.  History would show we’re one short…but I’m getting waaaaay ahead of myself here.  Waywaywaywayway.  Just going to enjoy the blessings we have right now.

I’m tired…really really tired…but I am so happy right now, to have my little family.  My houseful of boys.  My miracles, as silly and sappy as it sounds.  I look down at A right now and see him as the child who almost wasn’t.  Even T is a miracle for me…he’s stuck around for 12 years.  That’s nothing if not miraculous.  Pee on the toilet and around the toilet and on the wall next to the toilet…dirty shoes and knees and firetruck obsessions.   Ah, my future for the next 18 years.  And I am in love with it all.