We are still adjusting to life with two boys and have survived so far. We are super super tired (did I mention super tired?) but hanging in there. Braxton is feeling the brunt of being a big brother; throwing tantrums and crying when baby cries. The first morning after we came home Braxton came out to the baby swing and I hear him say..."Uh oh...baby brother gone!" I thought it was pretty cute. Grandma also told him that the baby was crying because he was hungry so Braxton went to the fridge and got him a string cheese. Gotta love these little moments! Don't have time to write about the birth story if you wanted to hear it but you can call me and I might be able to answer :) Thanks to everyone who has helped with meals and babysitting!
