After Grammy and Papa left, we were officially outnumbered by our little boys. It has now been fourteen days. Let me just start by saying that both Jonathan and I come from two-children households, each with an older brother and a younger sister. There are five years between Jonathan and Auntie Ashleigh, ten between Uncle Scott and me. Sibling rivalry was minimal, we had different interests, and things were just… quieter. So the whole three boys under five thing is totally unchartered territory. It’s busy, it’s loud, it’s dirty, it’s fun, it’s exhausting!

So far Silas is a sweet, sleepy little baby. Then around 8pm he wakes up for the evening and gets fussy. At that point all he wants is to be held, rocked, and patted. He has a tough time settling back down, but eventually we all get a couple stretches of sleep. The novelty hasn’t worn off yet for the boys, thankfully. They both like to hold Silas and help “take care” of him. They can actually be quite helpful when they want to be. So far we’re navigating life as parents as three just fine, but it sure is busy!

The results of our first photo shoot of the three princes:





Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub!

Getting kisses from Mommy


Tiny hands


Dr. Avery performs a well baby visit



Seventeen days old





We finally broke out Jonathan’s old Lego monorail for Avery – he was thrilled!

Kieron at the park, he’s getting so big!

After two days in the hospital, we headed home with Silas. Grammy and Papa had flown out a few days before the big day and were at the house with the boys. Coming home from the hospital with a new baby always feels like emerging from a time warp. Outside of the hospital things are still the same, but over the span of two days, our life completely changes.

It was great to get home and settle in with our new family. And it was wonderful having Grammy and Papa there to help us make the transition smoother. Here are some pics from the first couple weeks at home:

Daddy & Silas just before we left the hospital

Four days old

Tiny baby feet

A photo of Silas in front of a photo of Kieron in front of a photo of Avery

Avery is absolutely in love with his littlest bro


Kieron comes in for a hug


Avery posing with his Lego creation

Six days old


After a few days, Kieron finally decided he wanted to hold the baby – he looks so proud!

Giving Silas a hug

Eight days old


Kieron loves to help out with dinner

Grammy and Uncle Scott

Avery wearing the Batman mask he created himself

We had an early birthday celebration for Avery with Grammy, Papa & Uncle Scott while they were in town





We remembered to get a family photo!

Wow, almost three weeks have flown by since little Silas made his entrance into the world. I have a bit of catching up to do on my blogging, but what better excuse to be behind than having a newborn (and a 22-month-old and an almost five-year-old) in the house, right? I better get his birth story written down before I forget any more details!

We had a c-section scheduled for March 1st. I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if I went into labor early (he seemed like a giant baby), and I was a little nervous about the possibility of a leap year birthday. But Thursday morning came and there was no baby, so it was time to head to our appointment. It seemed weird and surreal to schedule something as significant as the birth of a child. Avery was ten days late before he arrived via an induction which resulted in a 22 hr labor and c-section. Kieron surprised us by arriving three days before his appointment – I woke up on Cinco di Mayo to contractions and had a baby six hours later. I was really happy to get that “honey, it’s time!” experience.

This time everything was very calculated. We arrived fresh-faced at the birthing center. I buzzed in and said cheerfully, “I’m here to have a baby.” So they let us in and we began getting prepped for surgery. I got hooked up to all sorts of machines and Jonathan ventured off to find a good cup of coffee. Before long it was time to go to the OR. I was a little nervous about the spinal this time around since I would not have the advantage of being distracted by contractions. Fortunately, it was not that bad at all. Shortly after the numbness set in, they put up the curtain and got to work. I distinctly remember trying to look all around the room and take in as much as possible – where the baby scale was, where all the docs and staff were, the expression on Jonathan’s face, etc. I kept trying to get a good look at the reflection in the light above me, perhaps I could glimse a peek of what was going on behind the curtain, but it was tough to make out much.

When they started pushing on the top of my belly, we knew we were about to meet our little guy. Jonathan stood up and snapped some shots as he emerged. I could hear his little cries, and then they lifted him up over the curtain. I remember thinking “he is so cute!”

After that they took him to be wiped off and checked out by the pediatrician. Jonathan went over to take more pictures and the doc asked if he’d like to cut the cord. He hesitated at first, but soon decided it was something he’d like to try at least once. Then they weighed and measured the baby – a whopping 9.0 lbs (I knew he was huge).

Finally they gave him to Jonathan to bring over to meet me. I think we all cried a little. We swooned over our new baby and his adorableness, and wished him a happy birthday.

The best OB ever!