Guardian Angel.

My mom's grandma was her favorite person.. ever. I have never heard her talk about anyone the way she talks about Grandma Jean. Nothing but absolute love and respect is ever spoken about her by anyone. I never really got to know her, she passed away when I was three, but I have always heard the sweetest stories. Through these stories I feel like I have gotten to know a piece of her. It might sound weird, but I feel like I have some sort of special bond with her and at times I feel like she is here watching over me. Like my guardian angel. 

Lots of people say when newborn babies smile it is because of gas. Not Grandma Jean. She always said it was because the angels were tickling them. I like her version much better. Easton smiles all the time. Addie did too. This morning at 6 after Easton got done eating he could not stop smiling. There was even a point where I swear he was laughing. He has done it before and it is the cutest thing. But this time the house was totally silent and I couldn't help but think that Grandma Jean was there tickling his cute little belly.

It is crazy to me how close little babies are to heaven. I love to think about all the things they could tell us if only they could talk. 

Easton Ray.

Our little dude is here and we couldn't be more in love. I was induced on March 14 and the whole experience was pretty awesome! When I had Addie, my nurses were pretty lame, my epidural was so strong that I couldn't feel a single dang thing, and the cord was wrapped around her neck so they had to whisk her off to the NICU right after she was born. They took good care of her and she is perfectly healthy (and I am so grateful for that), but this time around everything just went much smoother.

I absolutely loved my nurses--they were so amazing. I could actually feel when I was having a contraction and got to feel a lot more of the birth experience (no pain, just pressure). I don't know why, but it just made it so much better. I also got to do skin-to-skin right after he was born and start nursing right away. He learned to latch so much better than Addie did and I'm sure it was because it was three hours or so after she was born before we got to even hold her. Anyways, my doctor was awesome and everything was perfect. It was a pretty spiritual experience and I now see why some people love giving birth.

I always get really emotional after having a baby, but it is pretty much the opposite of postpartum depression. It's more like postpartum euphoria (or something). I find myself bursting into tears because I am just so dang lucky. I have SO SO SO much to be grateful for. My husband is amazing, I am so in love with him... we have two beautiful, healthy, happy kids... and so much support and love from friends and family. I am so blessed.

But back to Mr. Easton.... so far he is such a good baby. He is a chunky little dude and he eats like a rockstar. He goes for a solid 5 hours almost every night... a-maze-ing! And he is just a happy little dude when he is awake. He has chunky little cheeks and I just LOVE kissing them! I love his dark hair, but it will probably fall out and be blonde (Addie's did) which I'm totally fine with too. I love talking to him... I can tell he recognizes my voice and it is so much fun! Isn't he just so handsome?!

Adders is such a good big sister. She talks to him in the cutest little voice and always worries if he's not in the room. She loves to give him his bink and is really good at sharing her toys (I'm sure he is so grateful for that ;) )

"Look mom, I gave baby Easton the iPad"

"He needs his bink"

So far adjusting to having 2 kids is much easier than adjusting to having 1. Let's hope it stays that way :)