Brothers

We got a great video today of Parker and Seth meeting for the first time. Unfortunately, I'm not sure how to post the video on here. I'll have to look into that and maybe post it later tonight or this evening. It was so sweet...Jay and I had both spent time with Parker individually and then I went into our bedroom where Seth was sleeping in his bassinett and brought him out. Parker was like "baby" and he was shy. He said "hug"...and bent over to hug Seth. It was super sweet. I'm thankful that we got it all on video--what a special moment in time. Also, I explained to Parker Jay that they both had the same shirts on. Parker's said Big Brother and Seth's said little Brother. We are a little hesitant right now letting Parker hold Seth because he's been sick. But, he's been acting fine and without a fever or anything since he got home. For that, I am very thankful! I must say, these last few nights of not sleeping much and pumping every 2-4 hours has really started to catch up with me. I mean, really? But, I feel like I really am doing good by pumping for Sethie. Right now, Jay and Parker are snuggled up on the couch under blankets watching the Bernstein Bears and I'm sitting here with the baby monitor. It's been a chill day. And, the weather has changed from rainy and gray outside to sunny. Maybe later we can all go for a walk. I feel like I could use some fresh air and sunshine. And Parker Jay loves going outside. Parker and I snuggled a little bit ago after he woke up from his nap. We sat on the couch and he had his eyes closed and I just cherished the moment. Having Seth...and him being so small compared to Parker...I realize just how much maybe I've taken for granted. And, perhaps how I've worried about things that don't matter so much. Moments spent snuggling on the couch are moments that should be cherished. And, they're of course more important than the dishes. Even though that seems like a no-brainer, it's easy to get caught up in trying to have everything perfect. Luckily, I'm with someone who doesn't think that dishes and things matter as much as the cherished moments. And, I realize what a blessing that is.
I hope that you all find a second or two to cherish today...just close your eyes, take a deep breath...and cherish.
Love and baby hugs,
Kimmie

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