I can't believe three weeks have already gone by. I guess thats what happens when you don't sleep - everything becomes a blur and you lose track of the day and time. Pierce is a happy baby, as long as he is eating, next to a warm body, or sleeping. However, if he is awake and not doing one of the three, he gets fussy. Its okay though, cause when he does get fussy Drake rushes to his aid, trying to force a pacifier into his mouth or whack him on the head with a toy car (I'm not sure why he thinks that would make him happy?). Drake is doing a good job of keeping me on my toes, making sure he isn't allowed to do either if the little guy starts to cry.
A hundred times a day I think to myself, how do women do this and maintain their sanity? Luckily I have a wonderful husband, cause thats the only way I know I'll be able to do it...
Here are some pictures of my babies.













