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<\/a><\/p>\nAdam and Liam were completely caught up with the boxes of baby things I emptied and took them downstairs to build a house. \u00a0They spent hours, cutting windows with pocket knives, putting tape over them to make “glass”, adding vinyl and carpet scraps, and even cutting a hole in the top of each “room.” \u00a0They used their miner headlamp and stuck it into the top of the room that needed “light” at the moment.<\/p>\n ::Day Four:: Grandpa and Grammie come to visit<\/p>\n “I just fell totally in love with her,” he whispers over and over. \u00a0“I could never stop loving her.” \u00a0or “I’m so proud of her. \u00a0I don’t really know what I’m proud about, but I’m just proud of her. \u00a0Do you think she’s proud of me, too?”<\/p>\n ::Day five:: \u00a0Newborn cries are so cute they should be documented. \u00a0The howling ones, yes, but especially the darling little “offended” ones. \u00a0You know the ones I mean. \u00a0“I’m just a little bit displeased.”<\/p>\n An attempt at a bottle<\/p>\n Those first sponge baths<\/p>\n Her adoring big brothers<\/p>\n :: ONE WEEK::<\/p>\n And the second week:<\/p>\n A fun baby shower. Having my mom come for two and a half days {oh bliss. \u00a0winging it on your own is overrated}. \u00a0A fun lunch with three of my sisters in law before the shower.<\/p>\n A visit from Grandpa and Grandma Beachy. \u00a0Sadly, there are no pictures. \u00a0You can tell the newborn moms by the photos snapped with their tablets instead of good cameras, or worse, not snapped at all. \u00a0And by the way they click like on facebook, but rarely comment, and all but neglect their email accounts.<\/p>\n First time in a tiny dress:<\/p>\n More brother love {it’s not like we hover or anything}<\/p>\n Babies have a mommy and a daddy for a reason. \u00a0Mommies say, “Oh good, you’re asleep.” \u00a0Daddies say, “Oh good, you’re awake.” Mommies snuggle them and wish they’d stay tiny. \u00a0Daddies give them tummy time and help them get strong because they can’t wait until they’re big enough to play and interact. \u00a0One night as Zara kept lifting her head around while David held her the boys insisted I come look. \u00a0I said if he makes her grow up too fast we’ll have to have another newborn soon. David shot me a look and Adam said, “Isn’t that kind of selfish? \u00a0Shouldn’t you be grateful for what you have?”<\/p>\n Some of my favorite moments … in the evening or early morning when the house is quiet and it’s just the two of us. \u00a0I inhale the scent of her, kiss her soft baby cheeks, and do everything I can to remember who she is this minute. \u00a0Some day, she’ll be a strong, confident woman. \u00a0But today, she’s my itty bitty bundle of precious perfection.<\/p>\n More wakeful<\/p>\n More darling {how can this be possible}<\/p>\n And chubbier by the day. \u00a0She dropped from 7lbs 2 oz at birth {Wednesday} to 6 lbs 9 oz on Friday. By the following Friday she weighed 7 lbs 8 oz. \u00a0The look on the pediatrician’s face was priceless.<\/p>\n :: Two weeks::<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n