Three

I've been meaning to write this post about my thoughts on the transition from two kids to three kids for a long time, but it's been hard to find any spare time to blog. At first I was so exhausted that the minute we got the kids to bed, I just wanted to go to bed myself (and really I still feel that way most of the time). And then the past few weeks we've had one big event after another - Peyton's birthday, our anniversary, and then Logan's blessing. I'm really hoping to get caught up this week, but I make no promises! 

For our family, overall I'd say the transition from 2 to 3 was easier than the transition from 1 to 2. 

When we had Peyton, Corbyn was too young to understand what was happening and it was really hard on him. I'm glad we had them close because they are such good friends (most of the time), but at the time it was really hard. This time around both Corbyn and Peyton understood and were so excited to have a new baby brother. And now that he's here their excitement hasn't changed. They are always saying how they want to keep him! I don't think either of them has ever been jealous of all the attention I have to give Logan and they love him so much. 

They are old enough that they are pretty self sufficient. They still need me for some things, but they can entertain themselves, help themselves to snacks or water, and go to the bathroom mostly without help (obviously Peyton needs more help than Corbyn). And they are such good helpers! They'll hold him when he's being fussy, try to calm him down when he's crying, and get me diapers, wipes, a burp cloth, or whatever I need for him. 

Corbyn largely ignores Logan. Not in a bad way and I think it's mostly because he's a boy. When he does stop to pay attention to him, he says how cute he is and how much he loves him. (When Peyton was born I was constantly having to stop him from trying to sit on her, so this has been a great improvement for him!) 

Peyton is the one that really really loves him. She likes to give him hugs (that are sometimes a little rough) and still asks to hold him at least a few times a day.

I love to see her motherly instincts kick in already. He's her real baby doll!

One of her favorite things to do is make sure he always has a toy. 

This isn't especially helpful yet, but as he gets bigger and can actually play with the toys she brings him, I'm sure I'll be grateful for it!

The transition hasn't been without any challenges. (I've experienced some serious anxiety and been tired, so tired!) But as far as Corbyn and Peyton go, the transition could not have been any smoother and for that I am so grateful! 

These three (and their dad) are my whole world and I'm so lucky to be their mom!