Time is flying bye. Wow!

Leo is four months old and an absolute dream baby. He's truly the happiest baby I've ever known.

Uly has passed his third year and is still quite the dynamo. I am absolutely amazed at how gentle and caring he is towards his little brother. He also really loves to entertain him with goofy-kid antics and NOBODY can make Leo laugh quite like Uly. Leo ADORES his brother. Worships him, I think. When I get overwhelmed with all of the daily stuff--the juggling that happens when you have more than one child, trying to live comfortably in a home that belongs to somebody else, postpartum depression--I try and focus on the things that *really* matter, and that's the good health we enjoy and the warmth and love of our friends, family, and each other.

Right now I can hear Uly *read* one of his favorite books to his daddy. It usually embarrasses me to get all slobbery-sentimental in a public way, but I look so forward to hearing this sweet ritual of theirs. It makes me a little sad that it was a horrible pregnancy that shifted Uly's affections over to his dad, but when I think about how awesome that is for both of them I can't help but also feel deeply gratified--and relieved.

Sweetness, all around.