|Little hands in scratch art|
Bringing our first daughter home was no easy breeze. There was much to learn and even more to get used to. It takes a certain amount of time to get used to surviving on little to no sleep (do you ever get used to that?). There was suddenly this new little person that was completely, 100% dependent on me (and the Husband). I couldn't call in sick, I couldn't quit, I didn't get vacation time. The pay off has been great. She's almost five now and quite independent. Even to the point where she's helping take care of the ones behind her, which is pretty amazing. She's full of questions and creativity. Her play time is just hilarious with her ideas and fantasies. Esther truly is a blessing.
|Esther reading to Lydia|
Adding our third daughter was definitely different, but easier than our second. We did already know the baby thing and the big girls could play with each other. I didn't have the same feelings of abandoning Esther as I did when Abigail was born. The big girls love to help out with Lydia. And truly, Lydia loves her big sisters. She loves to watch them run and play. They rush to her side when she cries. Adding number three has been the easiest transition for sure.
|Abigail playing with Lydia|