Oh, Gravy Boats: Part II

Ok, so I legitimately forgot that I even had a blog. I haven't given it one single thought since my last post. I just saw that the last post had several comments awaiting my pleasure, most of them accusing me of tantalisation. Let me assure you that I wrote a nice long post, and blogger ate it when I tried to post it. Only the title survived, and I was so mad I logged off and haven't been back since. It's been so long that I can't remember why the title is about gravy boats.

Last week we welcomed Emily Anne into our family and bid a fond farewell to sleep for the next few months. She and Will are already opposites. Will had a super easy labor and an absolutely heck-ish recovery. Emily's labor was excruciating (think 6 out of 10 with an epidural already in place), but I'm already mostly recovered after just a week. She nurses; he didn't. He had great muscle control; she does a perfect rag doll impersonation. He hardly slept at all; she's pretty much comatose. She loves to cuddle; he did not. I'm sure the differences will only get more pronounced as they both grow.

I'm doing great. Achy muscles are about the worst of my recovery problems. Even my stitches don't hurt (2nd degree tear). It's actually making me nervous. I keep thinking there's something huge and painful about to descend upon me because I've had such an easy time. Jon has been a great help to me. He has three weeks of paternity leave, and we're both enjoying every minute of it. We spend a lot of time doing nothing except admiring the baby, reading, watching TV, and playing with Will. It makes for a messy house, but houses can always be cleaned up later (don't tell Jon I wrote that!).

Jon is still working at McGladrey, although we're contemplating a move to Arizona. It's funny how your priorities change when you have kids. All of a sudden living by family becomes more important than you originally thought. And not just for the free babysitting. :)  Jon wants to get out of public accounting anyway, so we thought it might be time to just make the big move. He's working with some recruiters to find a new job.

Will is still Will. Emily hasn't changed him very much, although he seems to like her. He is still wild, reckless, and strong-willed. I'm just glad I can run fast enough again to chase him down. He's entered the "no" phase of the terrible twos. It seems that nothing gets done anymore without a battle of wills (no pun intended). We have to be really careful with the new baby because it's so easy to always be pleased with her and caustic with Will. Will's newest trick is casual nudity. He loves to strip down and take off; the more public the place, the better. And, wouldn't you know it, he hasn't been sick for months, and he caught a cold the weekend we had Emily. What are the odds? He's also teething his last molars, so he's cranky and rebellious. Between him and Emily, I'm only getting about 3 hours of sleep per night. Luckily Jon is here to let me nap every day. Oh, the terrible twos. I think next time I'll leave a slightly larger gap between my children, so I don't have a two year old and a newborn at the same time!