Two weeks.

We've already been home for two whole weeks.

It's about time I tell you a little bit about what's been happening with my beautiful trilogy of boys, no?

I will never forget the day we brought Rubin home. I will never forget the joy and surprise in my heart when I saw Dave at the airport. Thinking back on it, I can't fathom that he'd have missed it. But it wasn't what was in our plan. And I'm good at following our plan verbatim.

I will never forget his misty eyes. The same eyes I saw on the day we were married. The same eyes I saw when we met Theo and Emmett for the first time.

Once again, love at first sight.

We drove all the way home from Chicago with a sleeping baby. Rubin slept through meeting his Papa. And his "Uncle" Tommy. His Aunt Jessica, and his cousin Lucy. He just slept, and slept, and slept.  

I will never forget introducing my baby to his big brothers.  Theo, ever kind, introduced himself to Rubin and quickly turned to me to say, "He doesn't talk, Mama!"

And Emmett, oh Emmett. He made me melt. Over and over again he looked at me, and then his new brother, and exclaimed while pointing, "Mama! Buben! Mama! Buben!"  Dave and his aunts did such a good job of getting him ready for who I was bringing home.

It's been one heck of a ride. I know that other APs are wondering, so I HAVE to write about sleep, first.

Rubin was accustomed to sleeping with his foster mother on the floor.  What I'd planned (and you all know how I feel about plans) for sleep once we got home really wasn't working all that well the first couple of nights.  So, I'm flexible (right??) and we made some modifications... basically, we did whatever Rubin wanted to do. And what he wanted was to sleep on the floor. With me. So we did. For about a week.

On our sixth night of what Theo likes to call "camping out" Rubin slept, practically, through the night. So, I decided to gamble and, the next day, I put him in his crib for both of his naps. He napped fairly well, so I pressed my luck and put him to bed that night in his crib. He's been sleeping there ever since.

AND, (I risk a serious backlash from the east coast when I write this) he's pretty much been sleeping through the night ever since. I struggle a little getting him down for the night... for naps, he does great. But nighttime is a different story. However, once he's finally down (usually takes about an hour...) he sleeps until 4 or 5 am.  He takes a bottle and quickly falls back to sleep until 6:30 or 7am.  

He's sleeping better than Emmett was at almost 12 months old. I can't and won't complain.

I would say that our biggest uphill battle has been managing a house that seems full, now, of boys.  A four-year-old, an almost two-year-old, and an almost one-year-old. It's been... insane.

Crazy. Confusing. Chaotic.

But when I look around me, when I really take a look and I see this...

and this...

and this...

and this...

and this...

every second of every minute, no matter how hard (and it's been kind of hard), is worth it. So incredibly worth it.