Today, I am happy to have another nephew. My sister gave birth to a beautiful little boy this afternoon, whom she named "Landon". I'll admit that it is taking me some time to get used to it. It is a little different from what I am used to. I do love unique names though. My own daughter's name is not too common, though we didn't pick it for that reason. Anyway, Landon weighs in at 8 lbs. and 13 oz. . I wish that I could say how long he was, but I somehow missed that measurement. I was nominated as the impromptu photographer though, so I was a little busy. I am sure that I can get my sister to write it all down on the back of one of my photos though.

Landon really is an adorable little boy, and I hope that my sister thoroughly enjoys the time that she has with him. Kids can be a real trial, but they are blessings beyond compare. I've come to understand that nothing worth having really comes too easily. There's always some difficulty to be had, but obviously parents don't mind terribly much, or there would never be little cone-headed babies to coo at.

This week is going to be different, I am sure. If everything goes normally, Sis and her baby should be able to come home tomorrow. I'm sure that they are going to spend most of their time napping and eating. On Friday, I get to go out shopping by myself, which is not exactly the norm. Usually, my sister goes with me, but of course she will be occupied. So, I am going to go shopping for both of our families, and then drop off her groceries to her.

In some ways, I am glad that much of the fuss is over for now, with as many things as have been going on with my family. I will be glad to have silence and work. It sounds funny to some people, I am sure. For me though, it is a blessing to be able to work hard, talk little, and fall asleep slightly sore. I've just been too stressed and over-emotional lately. I think that some of it stems from the baby stuff, some from melodrama with my mom, and some with brattiness from my daughter. Today, DD decided to tell me that she wished that I was in heaven. Then, she said that she never wanted to come home, that she wanted to live with my youngest sister and her family. *sigh* So much unknowingly hurtful talk from such a little person of 4 years old. Emotionally, I am feeling as though I am naked, curled up in a ball on the floor, and everyone is just taking turns at kicking me. Charming mental picture, I am sure. lol I just need to de-stress and get myself together again.

In the meantime, I guess I get a refreshers course on changing newborn babies, and all of that good stuff. I wasn't able to hold the baby today, because we all got chased out so my sister could have her first breastfeeding "lesson". lol It's all good anyway. I am at the tail-end of a cold anywho, and don't need to be getting the baby sick. We'll have plenty of time for him to get to know me as it is.