
My mum always told me we'd have three kids. She would dismiss my certainty of feeling finished after having two children, always smirking, "Never mind that, you
will have three." Thank god she was right.
Mara has fit into our family as if she has been here all along. There has been no adjustment, no awkward period of figuring each other out, just a pure and sweet presence that has been a rebirth to our spirits. Call it postpartum sappiness, I'm sure there is a little of that mixed in too, but she is nothing but a gentle gift to us and we are cherishing every minute.
This last week has been a busy one - there is no easy transition into this family even when you're a baby. After coming home from the hospital at a mature 24-hours old, it all went at breakneck speed from there. Mara has already survived her first birthday/costume party with 15 six-year-olds, a trip with me to Walmart (every baby's right of passage), a doctors appointment (she's 7 pounds and perfect), lots and lots of love and mauling from DK, and this afternoon at Davison Orchards. Through it all she sleeps and eats and is just happy to be around.
Mara's first bath at home
"We could put her in the swing...but no underducks yet, right Dad?"
"I think Mara is the best member of our family"
So tired out from...?
Drew's artistic view of "his girls"