Stella wakes up to a new baby brother (the sex was a surprise).
A tired daddy the morning of the birth.
Stella started a ballet, tap and tumbling class the week before he was born.
My dad comes for a visit.
Stella sports her tap shoes.
Notice the little ballerina in the background.
Stella takes a pictures of Cyril like Daddy's doing.
Not a happy bather...
Asleep in the baby hammock.
Going for a winter walk in the pram.
We planted the placenta in the ground and planted a rose bush on top of it (we call it Cyril's Rose). I hadn't actually planned on doing anything with the placenta, but then we thought, Why not?
Just when I thought my heart couldn't hold anymore love, Cyril came along. Before he was born, I couldn't imagine life with another child. Now I can't imagine living life without him. The moments are going too fast. Already he is 12 weeks old and I find myself batting back the tears because I can't freeze the moment. Stella will be 3 in less than two months and Cyril is already rolling. Funny how milestones can be so painful sometimes.
I must be the luckiest woman alive. There is more joy in my life than I ever thought possible.
A bundle of pure joy.
