This is what Daddy saw when he walked into the birthing room:
Mommy's on a matt on the floor with a cheesy baby. He was pretty cute:
We got home after the girls went to bed so they came in in the morning expecting to see their new brother. We videotaped the whole thing. Littler was very cautious, walking by the door several times before waiting for Little to be brave. Little had been so incredibly, animatedly out of her mind with excitement for Littlest to come that we weren't sure how she'd act when he finally came. Pretty much the same thing: she was so excited! Both were utterly fascinated for several hours by the new thing and we were very impressed by how much of the whole thing they understood. They knew he was here to stay, they were totally unphased by his penis since they knew he'd be a boy. They were ultra sweet with him all morning this morning:
Little was completely intrigued by such a little person in her arms.
Littler loves to give kisses, and showered Littlest with them all day.
Little spent much of the day making up impromtu dances and songs for Littlest. Littler dances her crazy monster-pirate dead-leg dance and repeats whatever Little sings. Littlest sleeps, mostly.
You need to understand that Little is not at all cuddly. Her idea of cuddles is lying down next to us and pummeling our bodies with spastic limbs. Not so with Littlest, it seems:
As I type this, Littlest seems to have [cross fingers, knock on wood, kill a five-legged frog, etc] figured out the whole nursing thing. He's also spent all day listening to Thom Yorke and currently Steve Reich, so he's automatically pretty cool.