I have found that I am NOT adjusting very well to life with two children. My day to day routine involves protecting a newborn baby from his curious two-year-old brother. I hate disciplining- it is no fun at all! Some of the things that Corbin has done to Wyatt lately involves 'sharing' a Teddy Graham with him (luckily I came to the rescue in time, Wyatt was gagging and choking), poking and prodding, particularly in the eye region, and lots of not-so-soft loves. Yesterday while I was nursing Wyatt, Corbie decided that it was time to learn to unlock the deadbolt to the front door. He proceeded to head out the door, barefoot, and began running down the sidewalk. I cut Wyatt's feeding short and chased after Corbin, catching him in front of our next door neighbor's house. I actually felt pretty good about myself in catching him before he got too far. Needless to say, I am tired of time-outs and scoldings.
Corbie has been pretty funny at times, too. He is intrigued by the whole nursing process, especially pumping. He caught me pumping once and came over, smiling. He laughed and lifted up his shirt and said, "Try me!" I was speechless.
Wyatt's stats from his two-week doctor's appointment are 9 lbs 6 oz and 21.5 inches long. That puts him in the 70% for height and 62% for weight. Can you believe that I have a relatively tall kid?
Anyhow, life is good, just hectic. I think that I will adjust to two kiddos one day.
