SAGE – One Month Already

Can I believe it has already been nearly a month? Not really. Sage continues to amaze us with her sweetness and spirit. She has definitely woken up from those blissful first weeks of no crying and lots of sleeping, but we are still just blessed by how easy going she is. She only cries when something goes wrong – hungry, tired, hurt. As soon as whatever is attended to, she rests contentedly with us. Her huge eyes follow all kinds of things in the air, and then she snuggles down to relatively peaceful sleep.

The kids adore her – Sterling in particular likes to hold her in front of other people – kind of a territorial thing, I think. Siena wants to hold and wiggle with her constantly, and I must say that Sage handles it all very well. I am looking forward to being able to have them give her a bottle occasionally, since I suspect that will become a highlight of the older kids week.

Chris and I laugh. In some ways, it is like Sage is a first child. I am loathe to start doing work outside the home again – it is far too comfortable and enjoyable to just stay in with her. I need to make a decision about whether or not or how much school board work I am willing to resume. I began to handle a few things this last week, but it begins to feel like a drag when I get pulled away from the kids to handle the issues of running a school.

I had hoped to make some birth announcements, and surely we will at some point, but for now, I’m too busy taking pictures and just watching this new wee one.

PINKY VS. PACI

Pacifier, soother, dummy, paci, binky… so many names, so much plastic. I was so adamantly opposed to using a pacifier with Sterling and Siena Cate. I remember trying one, once, with Sterling. Like all babies, his tongue reaction was to spit it out, which I took as sign that he would never take one. Never even tried with Siena.

Oh, how things change! Sage loves to have something in her mouth. I can only nurse for so long, and so my pinky finger becomes her constant soother. A few nights ago, after an hour of pinky time (I had fallen asleep and didn’t realize how much that long can begin to hurt so small a finger), I was desperate, and more than willing to try the pacifier. No luck. I tried several times, several ways, but she just won’t have any of it. So pinky it is. In some ways, I am happy – I find the pinky is more active than passive as I spend time with her, and I never have to pick my pinky up off the ground. But I am praying (as is Sterling) for the day she finds her own thumb!