10!

It's hard to believe that my youngest joyfully progressed into double digits last week. Some would call him a "tweenager." I'm just thankful that his favorite things are still building legos, playing swords, and going on Runescape with his buddies. To be honest, the memory is getting a little dim of waking up once again at 3am, knowing it was time. We called a nearby friend who hurried over, even in the middle of the night, to stay with the other two boys. You see, we thought we had a time constraint. It was a week still till my due date, but our last precious bundle had arrived after a record two hours of labor. We made it to the hospital. In fact we had plenty of time, because this one (once started) was in no hurry to get out. Twelve or so hours later, lots of walking the halls, and a dose of potossin; and he arrived. Peter. As with each boy, he has been so different from the others. He had a slight tinge of yellow and so needed some extra sunlight. He wasn't that interested in nursing, but had a good set of lungs. Later we would discover that once he's had his fill of breakfast, he'd mostly rather play than eat the rest of the day. He's an auditory processor. The thought that pops in his head must come out his mouth. He is playful and dramatic and ready to be a friend. He can work hard and concentrated at a task, but just as easily dismiss another. Be affectionate and needy and the next minute wise and insightful. He is a topsy, turvey rollercoaster ride with some smooth intervals that we wouldn't have missed for anything.