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This post is part of my 31 Days of 5 Minute Free Writes. See my first post if you haven't heard of 5 minute free writes.

We're third time parents, and it's funny how in the hospital, those were the key words to being able to do things our way without a fight. Mention that we have two older children at home and they were happy to let us do what we wanted with very little intervention. But it's also true that in some ways, everything is still new. You forget how tiny a newborn is, even just a year after you had a baby. I have friends coming up to me all the time, their own babies on their hips, exclaiming over how small and precious my new little one is. And no matter how many children you have, some things are always new.

This post is part of my 31 Days of 5 Minute Free Writes. See my first post if you haven't heard of 5 minute free writes.

What's your view right now? Mine is of a dirty floor, which had been freshly cleaned. A bookshelf completely out of order, a shirt covered in spit-up, and toys and books scattered over living room couches. What's your view? Mine is of a sweet baby, sleeping on my chest. A house that's being tended to faithfully by my husband while I'm recovering from a c-section birth. A house that's lived in, laughed in, loved in, played in. My view is

This post is part of my 31 Days of 5 Minute Free Writes. See my first post if you haven't heard of 5 minute free writes.

As soon as my baby is born, it starts. My precious little one is hours old and they are stirring, moving, searching for milk, sustenance, and comfort. I am sore, tired, and can't quite work how to make the logistics of moving my post-c-section body move, but I try. I can do anything for my baby. I heave my aching body onto a side, push onto an arm, and reach to gather my baby close. I don't want to move. It hurts, but it would hurt more to hear my baby cry. Weeks later, I'm healing, and just as I begin to fall asleep at night, my baby moves. They start to wake, asking for comfort, a feed, a change. I don't want to move. I want to sleep, but I quietly sigh and gather my baby close. I undo my top and begin to feed them, whispering gently words of love, despite the lingering aches and pains and exhaustion.

For the month of October, I am going to take part in a writing challenge. Every day, I'll be doing a 5 minute free write. If you aren't familiar with free writing, here's the definition as given by Wikipedia: "Free writing is a prewriting technique in which a person writes continuously for a set period of time without regard to spelling, grammar, or topic. It produces raw, often unusable material, but helps writers overcome blocks of apathy and self-criticism. It is used mainly by prose writers and writing teachers. Some writers use the technique to collect initial thoughts and ideas on a topic, often as a preliminary to formal writing. Free writing is not the same as automatic writing." 

Zak wanted to hold Josiah, so we went to the couch and cleared his books and toys (without prompting), sat down, and held out his arms. I sat Josiah in his lap and Zak gently wrapped his arms around him and cuddled him. "Oh Zak, you're holding Josiah so nicely- you're being such a good big brother!" I praised.

Zak, always happy to agree with statements about his greatness, nodded and said, "I'm a good big brother. I'm a good boy!" Read more about The Force is with Me!...

Zak's had too many awesome quotes today not to save them for posterity. So without further ado, I give you Zak:

First the ones I already shared on facebook, just to keep them handy:

Me: Zak, can you help me pick up your toys? We're having someone over for lunch and we want it to be clean.

Zak: Ok, but no singing! Read more about Zak Zingers...

Background: Zak, being the observant boy that he is, has noticed me making our grocery list every week, and associates the phrase, "What do you/we need?" (and just the word, "need") with making a list. Sometimes he'll roleplay with me that he's going to the shops and asks me what I need while pretending to make a list. Read more about "It's on my list!"...

Zak absolutely loves Josiah, and takes his role as big brother very seriously. A few days ago as I was getting ready in the morning, Josiah started crying. I spoke soothingly and hurried to finish my toiletries and getting dressed, but Zak quickly took over for me on comforting Josiah. Zak gently put his hand on Josiah's head and said "It's ok, Josiah, it's ok Josiah, it's ok..." (repeat 15+ times). After a minute, Josiah stopped crying and just looked at Zak. Zak then looked at me, raised both arms in the air and said, "I did it, Mommy, I did it!!" Read more about A good big brother...

I tried to write Josiah's birth story last week, but lost it after getting nearly to the end (because I accidentally closed the web page when I switched to another tab). So here's my second attempt (now being written safely in a text editor on the computer and NOT on the Internet!). Read more about The Birth of Josiah (In Full and Unabridged)...

Today Raoul made an extremely delicious cottage/shepherds pie (mmmmm, nothing better in winter!). Zak's not always a very good eater and lately it's been frustrating because he takes soooooooooo long to finish his food (even food that he likes perfectly well). Well, Zak seems to be a big fan of cottage pie because he ate it well at both lunch and supper. Tonight at supper, he scooped up a huge spoonful proclaiming, "BIG dinosaur bite!" (Anything particularly large or impressive is "dinosaur".) He then proceeded thusly: "Wooo Woooo ch-ka ch-ka ch-ka wooo woooo! Read more about Imaginative Eating...