Maggie is one week old today, and we are starting to settle into the rhythm of our new family. I am knocking on wood as I write this (or I am knocking on whatever synthetic wood-like substance this desk is made of), but Maggie has so far proven to be almost freakishly easygoing. She eats well, she sleeps a lot, and she makes funny faces. Her only vice seems to be a deep-rooted preference for going to the bathroom the second her diaper is removed, which has led to a lot of laundry. My reflexes are getting sharper, though -- I can often now remove a diaper and get a fresh one under the baby booty before the first drop of pee hits the changing table.
Max has been transitioning really well, too. He has suggested that I interact less with Maggie on a couple of occasions ("No Mama baby, Mama Max"), but he seems to find her interesting, and will often give her kisses or try to help her nurse. He has also slept in his own bed every night since she came home, which has been wonderful. (Knock on synthetic wood-like desk again.) I took this picture yesterday of the two of them, napping simultaneously, just in case it was a freak occurrence and it never happens again.