Of course the only time he stops smiling all day is when we pry him away from something fun to take a picture.
So even though life with Scarlett has been a little less than exciting for Matthew, life for Scarlett (considering that she’s a newborn) has stayed pretty exciting. We celebrated her homecoming by taking all three of the kids out to Red Robin for dinner and milkshakes on her first Saturday night home. And while most newborns really only venture out of the house to visit grandparents, our week old baby made two separate trips into Pennsylvania so that I could be a bridesmaid in my friend’s wedding. She wore her first pair of tights and danced her first dance between her father and I when she was ten days old.
We learned early on that Scarlett doesn’t like to be bored. When Matthew was a tiny baby, the most entertainment he required was to have a little music played for him and to be rocked once in a while. Of course I read to him and showed him things, but only because I wanted to - never because it was demanded of me. Scarlett will literally cry when she is completely full, completely clean and completely dry solely because she wants a story, or a song, or a little dance around the living room. Unless she is asleep, she is never content to just lie around in a swing or a crib somewhere while Mommy does the laundry. She has to be attached to me and at the same time able to see everything around her. I end up spending a good deal of my day playing and having very one-sided conversations with my child who is too young to even hold her head up for more than sixty full seconds at a time. She’ll let me play with Matthew only as long as I let her watch and narrate everything that we do to her as we go along.
Our plans were interrupted on Saturday by a family visit, so on Sunday we were able to make it out extra early to Milburn Orchards. The weather was impeccable. Even much better than Saturday. I tossed Scarlett in the sling and wore her around the whole day. And even though she spent a good deal of the time awake and alert, she loved it so much that we didn’t hear a peep out of her until well after she was due for a feeding. Mary, of course, loved it. She’s been there “like, a million bazillion times,” and it is still her favorite place to visit. She had every step of our visit planned out like a day in advance. And Matthew? I don’t think he’s ever has so much fun in his life. You could definitely tell that he’d been cooped up inside the house for a little too long… he ran from one activity to the next for hours on end and flipped over every new activity. It turned out to be a really good thing we went on Sunday instead when we had more time to stay because it took even Spencer and I a good five hours to get our fill before we were ready to pry the kids away and get home… And that’s saying a lot considering how little sleep I’m running on and the fact that Spencer picked up seventeen hours in overtime this past week.
After the weeks we’ve had since Scarlett’s been home, it was definitely nice to have a break from all the crazy, and to have a day to just remember what made us dumb enough to want a family of five in the first place.
He was a little freaked out when the chicken actually pecked from his hand.
The best little Pumpkin in the patch :-)