"How is she handling it?"

That's the big question everyone is asking about Addison and her new brother. Honestly, I don't think I have a single complaint. She hasn't expressed one single negative emotion towards him. She hasn't woken up in the middle of the night when he cries and she hasn't cared that mommy is spending so much time with him. Addison has always been sensitive to noise so sometimes when he really gets worked up she is a little scared and wants to get her B while she watches. (He is usually upset like this when getting his diaper changed.) She has learned that all it takes to quite him is mommy's milk and literally the second it is offered to him his world is better. But other than being a little scared nothing has changed. I'm trying my hardest to stay involved. Even if that just means me nursing on her bed while Nathan and her play and I watch or her bringing a book for us to read while I nurse on the couch. When he is crying and I'm busy with Addison, I have been making a point to talk out loud and say things like, "Weston, I am busy with Addison right now and she is important to me too. I'll be there in just a minute." and "Mommy will be right there baby Weston but first I'm helping your sister because I'm her mommy too." Little things like that. Lately I've been inspired again about how my words have power. You and I both know that those things don't mean anything to Weston at this time, but I think it's important for Addison to hear me saying them to him to show her what I feel inside. I try and sneak in kisses and hugs with her randomly throughout the day and I keep telling her she is my favorite little girl in the whole world. So far I think these things have really helped!

On kind of a different note: It's amazing having two kids. You really don't understand it until you experience it. As a mother, our love seems instant. From the moment we lay eyes on them we would do anything for them. I knew that I would love Weston, but deep down I felt like maybe Addison would always be my favorite. I couldn't imagine loving another baby as much as I loved her. But it doesn't work that way. My love for her isn't lessened by loving him, my heart just grew! I'm crazy about this little guy and each day I love him more and more. And he is already such a momma's boy! :)