The good thing - I was not run over by the hormone bus this time. Last time it not only knocked me over, but backed up over me and then the driver got out and did a little dance on my body. I don't know what happened, but at just over two weeks post partum last time I was a crying, depressed, hysterical mess. This time I'm just tired. Though I am still on the lookout, since the baby blues or PPD can pop up months later. For now, I'm good.
Here we go, my little man!
Oh, before you look at the pictures, remember how much hair my Baby Girl had?
apparently it runs in the family
(I love the little feet!!)
Speaking of my blue eyed child:
Baby Girl is doing pretty well with the Little Man. She's shown signs of jealousy, but nothing terrible. I actually expected worse. She's very empathetic towards him, and is very concerned when he's crying. She wants to know why he's sad and tries to make him feel better. I'm going to live in a fantasy world in which they always get along.