Today, Baby Boy is two months old (and a sweet charmer). As with big sister at this age, we’ve read several books: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett (also Baby Girl’s first book, as charming on this read-through as the previous), Here’s a Penny by Carolyn Haywood (a sweet nod to adoption – who knew?), and Soup and Me by Robert Newton Peck (two boys who bring trouble and sometimes surprising sweetness to their small world in rural Vermont). ┬áHe also got the better part of The Cat Who Wished to Be a Man by Lloyd Alexander (brief but entertaining in the ways the cat misinterprets human interaction, once he becomes a man).

The book count will only increase. It seems like that’s what happened with our number of children, too: we count them, and we know there are only two. However, having a second child seems to have added, oh, an extra two or three children. How can one plus one equal three or four? Come to our house. We’ll show you. If only I had an extra arm to hold both (“two arms!” my daughter protests) or to hold one and still cook dinner (sometimes, the sling or Ergo is highly protested…most likely at an inconvenient time)!

Number of books read to baby and number of children, both increasing. Who knows how many we’ll have by the time he’s four months old? We may just need a new house to fit them all.