Meet Lark
We've been charting bodily functions, eating, drinking, napping. We're
working on a schedule. It's slowly coming together. We have a big stash
of diaper thingees in the mudroom. We've been on a ridiculous shopping
spree. Blankets. Toys. Even a Christmas stocking. I scheduled a
re-shoot of our Christmas photo.
Yup, he's officially a part of our family. I'm now the sole woman in a house with four Y-chromosomes.
So far we are armed with patience and fueled by love. We haven't really had sleepless nights but we do do our share of disinfecting. So I guess I don't have dark circles under my eyes but I do have dishpan hands. It's a small price to pay for love. Pure, unconditional, love. That kind that fills you with the warm fuzzies. Emphasis on fuzzy.
And since I have been a mother for over six years already, I am feeling well prepared. I know what I'm doing. I'm not grossed out by poop and pee. I can handle the mess. I'm used to doing copious amounts of laundry. I have loads of love to share and am quick with squeezes and wet kisses. There's nothing more glorious than a sweet sleepy head resting on my lap. Nevermind that I'm typing this in a decidedly un-ergonomic contorted twist just to avoid disturbing my sleeping beauty. Nevermind that we did it on a lark.
Our family is complete. And we have St. Francis of Assisi to thank for answering our prayers.
He is one and every bit a toddler. He is more affectionate and sweet than any little boy I have ever known.
He is our 18 pound beagle/corgi mix. This means that we are part Charlie Brown, part Queen of England.
Lark is still getting used to us. He is the consummate lap dog who revels in our presence. He is sweet, affectionate, peaceful, and gentle. All the things we want our companions to be yet rarely are at one time. Lark is humble, grateful, pensive. My friend Lisa noted that those eyes are filled with a dollop of trepidation and a dose of mischief. He is not a banshee who insists on hopping from lap to lap. Lark is much too loyal for that.
The boys are having a grand time taking turns walking Lark, though Deal has some leash skills to hone. He's only four so I'm not being hard on him. In the eight days Lark has been a part of our family, we have already spent even more time together, gabbing on walks, frolicking in the yard, snuggling on the couch. I'm certain the novelty won't wear off. This kind of love, while novel, doesn't get stale.
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