The big sister came into the room, gave mama a big hug, then spotted the baby on the bed and ran to her with the sweetest Vivi smile there ever was. She crawled right up and snuggled in beside Mabel like she'd known her all her life. She put her face up against her baby sister's and smiled. Sisterhood is instinctual, it seems, and I had tears in my eyes knowing how much I love my own sister and that my daughters would have that same joy. When they're not fighting over My Little Ponies/boys/whatever.
The big brother was calmer, quieter, in total firstborn mode. He saw the baby on the bed, but first went over to the bassinet in search of something to do, a way to be a big boy and help. He grabbed a pacifier and went to work. Like he's been big brothering all his life. Which he kind of has.
My three (three!) little loves.
One last day of our hospital "vacation" (room service! naps! housekeeper! narcotics!), then back to the woods for a few more weeks before the big move. We are doing great and just cherishing the quiet one on one time with our newest while we have it. Because if yesterday is any indicator, life's about to get wild. I hope they send me home with narcotics.