S decided to surprise the kids with my arrival, so he pulled them out of bed around 11:15, bundled them for a bit of cool weather, and left for the airport. When I met them, S and A were the only 2 that were truly awake with big smiles on their faces. S was wearing A on his back, and A was dressed in his PJ's, his sister's socks, and a goofy looking hat for warmth. M was wearing her little footed-sleeper PJ's, her purple bathrobe, and cuddled into one of daddy's arms, while JR was wearing his PJ's, his green robe, and his house slippers, and he was cuddled into daddy's other arm. When they saw me, S smiled, but A looked at me like he couldn't figure out what was going on, M ran over and scrambled into my arms without saying a word, and JR slowly walked over, actually fighting back tears. I am not sure if it was because he was so tired, so excited, or a combination of both. Notice the lady in the background of this photo. The "double-take" looking over her shoulder at our gang is something I started noticing when I had 3 youngsters, so I can only imagine how frequent it will be with 4!
Daddy cuddling N for the first time, shortly after we arrived home and got the other 3 tucked back into bed.
Today, we had to get up early and get over to the base to get N officially registered with the military and our insurance, then I had to scramble to get an appointment with the pediatric orthopaedist out here. I then dropped S off at work, and returned home. That's when I "lost" little N to JR and M. They wanted to hold, feed, stroke, "pet," cover, ANYTHING I would allow them to do. If one wasn't holding him, the other was. I timed JR--he held N for a solid 50 minutes. I kept asking if he wanted me to put him in his bassinette, but JR kept responding with, "No, he's sleeping, so I'm just stuck here holding him for a while!"