My mom just left a little over an hour ago. Having her here was such a help. . . I’m very thankful that she was able to take off the entire week to spend with us here. Brayden was spoiled with all the attention, and I hope he soaked up enough of it to last him through the next couple of weeks. I’ve had a few minutes here and there to steal away and keep on top of my photo editing, blog updates and the past few days I’ve been a little better at keeping up with my emails–though not incredibly well. It was a slight improvement from the few weeks before it. Things are going to get tough from here on out for me. While Carter does pretty well at night, for a three week old, he does have a really long awake time in the evening, which lasts until ten, or after. So there is not much of a break to be had between the hours of 6:30 a.m. and 10:00 p.m. We used to have a couple of hours to steal away to ourselves after Brayden went to bed. Our duties don’t end now–we are employed 24/7.

I can now get Brayden to smile at the camera, without running away and telling me no. Only on good days. When we are doing something fun. He still pretty much refuses to take pictures with Carter. We’ll keep working on it.

When four o’clock comes ’round and daddy walks in the door, Brayden’s day gets a little better. James comes up with the most captivating activities for Brayden on a whim . . . they play until dinner. I enjoy a few quiet moments, if Carter cooperates, and smile at the giggles I can here erupting from the little boy upstairs, enamored by his father. Things are wonderful. I am loving it. Love is like a rubber band, they say.