2 weeks

Tomorrow marks 2 weeks since Baby Cruz became a part of our clan. Oh my goodness, there's so much to share. So many emotions and new experiences! My little brain is just going a flutter. If I could bottle up the past two weeks in a time capsule I would. I truly want to remember as much as possible (therefore, I must blog about it). Please forgive me if my thoughts aren't coherent. I'm trying to regurgitate as much as I can in a small amount of time.

The theme of the past two weeks is LOVE. I've never felt so much love from everyone around me and I can't tell my family enough how much I love them. It has been beyond amazing to share this experience with my parents. It's been awesome to have others here to watch Cooper adjust to having Cruz around and I'm so happy that we've had extra love to hand out thanks to Gma and Gpa. It has made this transition soooooo much easier. The waterworks have been in full force lately. I cry at EVERYTHING!!!!! Mostly tears of joy but also sadness when my parents left on Tuesday. I was a blubbering mess the morning (and most of the day) they left.

Cooper stayed with my parents while Mark and I were in the hospital and he did great. This was the first time we had left him alone with anyone for longer than a couple of hours since he was born. I realized as Mark and I drove to the hospital that there had only been one other time that we had been alone in the car together since the morning we drove to the hospital to deliver Cooper. Yes, we are in desperate need of a date night and I don't see that happening for quite awhile.

Cruz is doing great. He's eating, pooping, sleeping and reminding us how much laundry is involved with living with a newborn. He's such a squishy little nugget and we haven't wanted to send him back yet.

Cooper seems to like his 'lil bro so far. He's really sweet with him but for the most part he takes a few seconds to check him out, say hello and then he goes about his merry way. He's far too busy to stare at a sleeping baby when there's playing to be done. Gma and Gpa were waaaaayyy more fun then Cruz.

When Cooper walks by as I'm feeding Cruz, he'll stop and say "oooooooh, nice baby Mommy" as if he's complimenting me on my outfit or something. So cute. He also refers to Cruz as "she". IE: she's crying mommy, she's yawning mommy. I don't think this means he was hoping for a sister because he refers to anything that isn't himself as "she" right now. He has also learned that he likes to help change Cruz' (?) diapers. (Hmmmmm, this is the first time I've thought of this.....how do I do a possessive with Cruz's/Cruz' name? I better do some research on this). Cooper likes to be in charge of holding the Vaseline and taking off the lid while we're changing Cruz. It's pretty ironic that he HATES changing his own diapers but has no problem helping change his brother's.

Well, I better get back to being connected (read Milk Maid) to a newborn and chasing a 2yr old around the house. Here are some pics of our cute little boys.

Cruz doing what he does best right now. Sleeping.

Proud Brother. I couldn't decide which pics to post of the first time Cooper held his brother. What a special moment.