A good kinda different

So I think I've finally found my groove on the two kids front.

The first 6ish weeks were scary and rough...but once we got the colic kicked and the routines settled down a bit, we're settled into our groove. Miles spent all morning one day this week smiling at Dylan and I, so the bonding on that front is improving. It was kinda rough for the little guy to establish himself those first few weeks. I think the bonding takes a little longer with a second child. He's overshadowed by big brother's personality and just generally by virtue of having already watched a personality form and grow. It's very different from with Dylan where the new-mommy and first-baby glow totally took center stage so that you're enjoying every second, even if it is just a bunch of crying, burping and farting. Second time around I'm less enamored of the crying moments...but the smiling? That's just as excellent the second time around.

I guess my advice to those embarking on the adventure of multiple children is, "be afraid...be very afraid. But know also that this too shall pass and you'll freaking love it." It'll never be the same (and there are still moments when I miss how much attention we could singularly focus on Dylan) but I think it'll be a good kinda different.