Last night I happen to be talking to a father of five. Our conversation went something like this.
"Congratulations on your newborn! It's a wonderful journey."
"Yes... and a sleepless one as well."
"Haahaa... sleep is overrated." Translation: Our kids are older, but we still don't get much sleep. Accept it and embrace it.

Things at the Yang household has been... busy. As far as we can tell, Lydia is a very different baby than Karis was. She doesn't seem as relentless and determined to have things her way. When Karis was an infant, babies that slept most of the time and woke up only to eat seemed like an urban legend, but Lydia is a living proof of that. Even so, having two children is very different from having one. Mike goes back to work tomorrow and we've been very busy keeping up and with the help of friends who have been preoccupying Karis, we've been able to get the house organized in a way that will help us keep things afloat after Mike's back at work. We've finally tackled the closets, finished the nursery, have a plan in place for the clutter that seems to accumulate in days time.

Karis is doing very well. She's doing the best she could under the circumstances. She loves Lydia, however, it's hard for her to watch Lydia being held and being nursed and prioritized over. She loves to dote on Lydia and the only concern we have so far is her being unknowingly rough with Lydia, but she never does it intentionally. One change I've been seeing in her is that she's not as picky as to who she will play with. She will take the attention if you are willing to play with her.

Mike's been a super dad tackling the day's task with such a great attitude and diligence. I, on the other hand, have been adjusting to my role as a mother of two. With the profound blessing, I'm understanding a little more, the profound responsibility. I won't lie. It hasn't been easy. The lack of sleep, never ending amount work, and two precious human beings in need of so much love and attention have been overwhelming at times. And at the same time, it's been so sweet as God meets me in my broken and haggard state. I'm learning a little more about what it means to take up the Cross to follow Christ and a little more about the Father's heart of love and sacrifice. As the father of five said, "It's a wonderful journey." In deed, it is.

After months of watching Mommy and Daddy building, Karis finally learning to build instead of tearing down.



Can you tell from these pictures, Karis' attempt to be gentle and sweet to Lydia? It blesses my heart.




Who is the big and the little sister?


With Grandma and Granddad Lee.


Karis in Lydia's bouncer.