Durbin Diary: There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Carter is 2 weeks old as of 2:16 this morning. And yes, I was up with him at that time to "celebrate". By celebrate, I mean snuggle his wide awake little body in exhausted bittersweetness.

We went to the doctor today for his 2 week visit. I love our pediatrician. I really do. Dr. Katz, you are awesome. I love being spoken to directly and being talked to as a person/parent and not a "client" or "patient". And the many, probably silly, questions I had weren't ridiculed or brushed off. He was willing to spend as much time with me as I wanted to answer questions and concerns. He was sweet and gentle with my little man and Carter did AWESOME. Of course they pricked his heel and made him cry... which made me cry (much longer than he did). I blame fatigue. :) But our boy is healthy and weighs 8 pounds now. He left the hospital at 7lbs even. That's a whole pound in less than 2 weeks!! See WHY I'm tired now?! He is an eating machine.

I am so very tired. But I know the day will come that I'll miss these early days/weeks. As soon as Trenton got old enough that he was mobile, I missed his infantness. Because the curling up on your chest and being content to sleep cuddled up in your neck days pass quickly. And it's so pure and innocent... when I dropped Trenton off at kindergarten the first day, this is what I was thinking about. Sleeping, bobble-headed Trenton who couldn't walk, talk, or do much of anything except be rocked by mommy.

I am tired to the point of tears. But I'd give anything to keep things exactly as they are. Both my boys exactly the age they are. And me here with them.

I'm excited because next week, Trenton gets most of the week off from school. I can't wait to make cookies and paint and watch movies all day. Trenton has been more dramatic than usual. Scratches being the cause for crying and claiming injury when there's no evidence of anything being cut or bleeding. I'm pretty sure this is his cry for attention. He loves being a big brother. He's been nothing but great. But I think the 24/7 attention Carter gets with sleeping in our room and me being home with him all day has caused a bit of a stir in my eldest. So Scott ran out last night and bought him this whole hockey setup. He then promised to take him out to play on Saturday. :)

Last night, before bed, Carter and I were witness to the best concert ever put on. I sat with sleeping baby, while Scott and Trenton sang and played guitar for us in Scott's little recording stuidio or whatever. It was hilarious. Trenton sang "Holy is the Lord" and I took pictures of my little rockstar. Greatness.