Being a Brother, Having a Sister

[Crossposted from Hardly Born Redux.

As I write this, Sania is in the other room, sleeping soundly. And that means K is sleeping somewhere, too.

The nights since Sania came home haven't been terrible, but then again, your faithful correspondent doesn't lactate. Sania has her days and nights a little confused. Actually, what she has them shifted slightly. Her 'night' seems to start around 6 am, after a marathon all-night session of feeding on a normal newborn daytime schedule of every two hours or so. This does not amuse Sania's mother. I wake up, mumble things, promise to bear the next child and fall back to sleep. At least once on each of the last two nights, I have awaken to offer moral support, burp the baby, get her back to sleep, but this is really K's show.

So, at 6 or so, Sania is ready to bunk down for the night, taking one of her longest sleeps at this point. So does her mom.

Reid has been doing really well with the sister. He asked abut her as soon as I picked him up today at his daycare. When she cries, he says, "It's okay sister, I'm here," and gives her a kiss. Many of our friends and relatives have followed the reliable but new-age-y advice to bring Reid a gift when showing up with something for the new little one. As a result, Reid thinks having a sister is the greatest thing that has happened to him since the first time he saw "Toy Story."

More photos below. Enjoy.