Henry is the best baby ever. EVER. He eats, he sleeps, he eats again, he sleeps again. Not a whole lot else going on. He's now almost a month old, which would put him at about a week old for a full-term baby. He's about eight pounds now, I think. He looks like Benjamin and Ethan combined, so I tend to call him Bethan. I can't wait to see what his little face is going to look like in a few months. He really is a sweet baby. I can't stress that enough. I wish that I had more exciting things to say about him, but hey, he's a newborn. They don't do a whole heck of a lot.
We finally have our sweet Ethan back. He will a total pill for about six weeks. Oh, he was terrible. We aren't sure what that spell was all about, but we are sure glad it's over. I actually thought to myself one day that he was my least favorite child. I laughed about it afterwards because you're not supposed to have favorites when it comes to your own children, but at that moment, I really did. But he's back to being our funny one, and he always amuses us so. Pretty sure he's going to be a prankster of some sort when he gets older. I'm not sure why I feel that way, but I do.
Benjamin is just a doll baby. I've said it a million times, but he really is. Funny thing about Bp this week is that he likes his lips brushed after you brush his teeth. Well, the whole scenario is that I let him brush his teeth and then I finish it all up for him. His lips have been chapped something awful for about a month (no idea why!), so I've been brushing them after I brush his teeth to get off some of that yuckiness. They've finally about healed and I forgot to brush his lips last night, and he looked at me strange and said that he needed his lips brushed. He looked in the mirror and puckered up and was completely serious and I had to turn my head because I didn't want him to see my laughing. Just the seriousness was what made me laugh.
