The Sweetest of all Sweets

I think this little muffin baked long enough, don’t you? He turned out perfectly.

This sweet boy decided to surprise us by coming on his big brother’s birthday. I was just getting ready to put together a Curious George cake when, uh-oh, my water broke. New plans for the evening! Less than four hours later, we were holding a tiny 5 lb, 15 oz. bundle in our arms. And I fell in love.

This is life at its sweetest, friends. Forget all the discomfort and fatigue — I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. Honest.

So, I’ve only been home from the hospital for four days, and I’m already toying with the idea of playing in my kitchen instead of “napping while the baby naps.” Either (a) I’m feeling pretty good for having just given birth, (b) flour, sugar, and butter have a dangerously strong a hold on me, or (c) Christmas is in the air! Must. bake. goodies. I like to think it’s a case of (d) all of the above.

But my goodness, making the jump from a one-kid mom to a two-kid mom takes a little bit of shuffling. So stick with me, and I’ll be around. Promise.

Tags: family

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