Meet the Phoebe

If you've donated any of your life's precious time to reading even one paragraph of this here blog you'll know that I don't specialize in glass-half-fulling it. Ever. So please no (hmm I just stared at that "no" for a looooooong time before realizing I really meant now ... j/k know) .. ahem so please know that for me to say the meet and greet actually went surprisingly swimmingly ... means that it went REALLY well in Patton land.

Tickle me shocked.

complete with high pitched, "it's SO cute!!" and all. 

Simon and I were a little bit burned when the older two met Theo. Our high hopes for harmony were dashed and Simon left a little bit frazzled (... down the elevator with the double jogger and two tantrum happy toddlers into the parking garage to realize .... NO KEYS ... not that we're holding onto that precious memory or anything) so we set our expectations super low for the introduction to baby #4.

Which was dumb. Theo was the happiest little Phoebe excavator and didn't have a single cold shoulder to toss my way. Julia wanted to make sure that when I return home I'll be bringing Phoebe with me and Sebastian wants to hold her in .3 second increments ... and I'll take it. I'll take it all.

someone give that baby's parents a swaddling lesson ... because "roll of paper towels" does not a comfy looking baby make.

I know this is grainy and gross but ... it's not your blog. I'm throwing it up.

And other happs to note:
+ the kids thought her belly button cord clip was a piece of Easter candy and wondered when they could eat it ...
+ Julia had a lot of questions about the second baby in my "still pretty huge" tummy
+ Sebastian assumes any and all hospital staff that enter the room is a doctor and addresses them as such.
+ Simon is a saint for taking such great care of the kids. There should be an entire section of greeting cards bigger than the birthday section solely dedicated to dads that take over for moms for an extended period of time. It's not easy and I know that. He even wore pink for the first visit in honor of "it's a girl" and gush gush ... he's the best of all the rest. 
+ Here's a video of the kids meeting Phoebe. Sort of. The phone's memory ran out -- so it's cut pretty short.

BUT!! Lest you think that rainbows and unicorns are running rampant in my recovery room for all to covet and envy ...

this scary haircrow knows the fun has just begun.

But let me enjoy the babymoon in all its glory before I head home in the morning.

And so many thank yous to all of you for all of your sweet comments and well wishes. Simon said, "I'm floored by the social media engagement Phoebe has brought in ..." and so am I. You are all far too kind. Much love to you and yours. And that's not the Percocet talking. I swear't. 

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ps! It never occurred to me that Anika might be tough to decipher pronunciation until some people asked. Oops. I know, dumb Grace strikes again. It's just like Monica ... but no M. On-ick-uh. I hope that makes sense. If not ... maybe I'll record a Sebastian pronunciation to clear up any lingering confusion.