I can't believe it has been 3 weeks since little Lincoln joined our family. I wish I could say that life is back to normal at our house, but now I fear I don't know what normal is. I forget how much time it takes to keep a newborn happy. Give me a few more weeks and maybe we will be back to a routine, but for now we are enjoying the excuse of a little one, to stay home and snuggle up his innocence. Lincoln is a fabulous baby, he has been sleeping through the night almost since the day he came home, and unlike my other kids, he spits up minimally (I hope by typing that I didn't jinx myself.) Josie still hasn't held him, but she has finally accepted that he isn't going anywhere. She alerts me anytime he is crying and she has become very tolerant. I have left the house a few times with all 3 and survived. I actually made it to our 9:00 church on time last week. Miracles of miracles, and that is with zero help from Kevin who leaves for meetings by 7:00. Little by little we are making the transition into a "functioning" family of 5.
