two months of s.b.

Sexy Boyfriend turns two months today. What an incredible two months it has been. After the initial shock and awe of two children diminished, I can proudly say that we've settled into a mellow and satisfying groove. I can give a generous amount of credit for the calm to little man. He is such a beautiful baby. He is soulful. His eyes are huge and blue and view the world with supreme trust and contentment. He so rarely gets rattled -- he really seems to prefer serenity. Solomon means, "peace." That is one major reason we both loved the name. Thankfully, beautiful brother has embraced this notion and is living up to our lofty expectations.

My favorite time with S.B. is around eight in the morning. I unwrap his swaddle and his sweaty little arms (okay, not his sweat, my sweat mixed with breast milk that I've dripped all over him all night, with a bit of spit up in the mix for good measure) float up to meet me. He smiles shyly and then, as the minutes pass, with a bit more bravado, a bit more of a flirty tease. He makes proud little grunts and stands up on his strong, sturdy legs. I kiss his cheeks and his nose, rub my face into his, can't seem to get close enough.

At some point during this lovefest, Happy Sad wakes in the room next door. On most days, we know she's up because the singing begins. Loud songs and goofy chatter fill our little world until she decides to grace us with her presence. Wearing a big grin, curls all akimbo, she pushes open the door and climbs into bed.

Ah, good morning little guy! Look, he's awake! Can I kiss him on his sweet little head?

And another summer day begins. Happy fetches Brobro a diaper and wipes, combs through his drawer for a fresh outfit. I get him ready for the day. We then stumble into the kitchen to fuel up. Elie grinds the beans and cracks the eggs in a dish. Brother sits in daddy's arms and reads the New York Times on the computer. From there each day is organic. Sometimes Elie and I have mommy/daughter time and hop out to the Farmer's Market or Target. Sometimes all of us go for a family walk, the kiddos ride together in their new double stroller, the stroller Elie calls, "The Boat." Sometimes Brother falls back to sleep and Elie and Daddy get busy playing Yankees or trains and I sneak out for a hike up the mountain or a latte alone. Any way you cut it, it's a lovely time for all of us. It's the precious time. We're dancing the two-month shuffle with soul.

Happy Birthday, Baby Brother. Thank you for gracing our world with your incredible presence.