We're all ill...from Grandma to Tiny Baby. Sleep deprived and snotty, the household is full of all day pajama-wearing, hot tea slurping, blurry-eyed zombies. It wouldn't be SO bad if the adults in the house could catch a little sleep, but with two (perfect) babies and a potty-training puppy and three dogs with ADD, we're beat.
This week flew by... Ever had her first bath with Mom, her first trip to Costco, her first needle-free visit to the doctor. Kovi is perfecting his language skills. He says with awesome clarity, "No, No Dog-Dog Tur-tull," and calls to LuLu in a high-pitched tone, "Duuu-Luuuu." He's learning to say diaper and sister and outside.
Next week I start back to work part time. Ever will come with me and Woogis will stay with Big Daddy. My heart is already breaking... I will miss my chubby, wild-haired cheerio breath baby boy.
Woog doing "The Itsy Bitsy Spider"
"I don't even know."
Chubby boy cuddling with his equally chubby Mommy.
Food...food. Mongo hungry.
"Tummy tummy tummy, tummy all the time..."
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