Jasper turns five weeks tomorrow. I can't believe how quickly the time has passed. He slept for hours and hours today, and is sleeping well tonight too. I feel a twinge of guilt for not resting when he's resting. Instead I'm trying to get some work done.
Today (or I should say yesterday now that it's past midnight) was Anton's thirteenth birthday. Anton is my oldest. Thirteen years seems to have gone by in the blink of an eye. I am now officially the mother of a teenager, and it feels kind of bitter-sweet. I can feel him slipping away into adulthood. At the same time the cycle begins all over again with another newborn. I'll try to post a couple of pics of these two guys tomorrow.