Week 5

Bailey had a doctor's appointment on Tuesday and weighed 7 lbs 15 ounces!!! Almost 8 lbs! That's nearly a 2 lb increase since birth!!! I knew she was eating like a little champ, but I had no idea, even when John mentioned how her cheeks were filling out.

This past week she has really started to improve her sleeping at night. Her best night was last night when she managed a 5 hour stint followed by a 4 hour one. Woo hoo!

Big sisters love her tons and love helping, but Jules does NOT like it when she cries. "Mom!!! Get him some food!" Yesterday Jules was in tears over Bailey's crying, talk about stressful moments for mama. Nat loves to be as close as she can get. Sometimes it makes me claustrophobic - give me some breathing room girl! =)

PS, that funky shirt is an old one of my gram's I was wearing while gardening. =)

Tough as Nails? Who'd Have Guessed

Well, we know that Nat is not allergic to bees. She got her first bee sting a couple weeks ago. She was upstairs in her bedroom with Jules when I heard a LOUD scream and then some yelling. I ran to the bottom of the stairs as she ran out of her room.
"It was on me! The bee was on me!" and she was holding her arm.
"Did it sting you?"
"It was on me!"
"Yes, I know. Are you mad because it was on you or did it sting you?"
"I don't know! I didn't see it." (she didn't actually SEE the stinger enter her)
"Did you feel a pinch or a poke?"
"I don't know, it was on me."
I looked at her arm and could only see a large red area where her hand had been holding it tight. I still couldn't tell if she had been stung. She was not crying, but was a little frantic. When she asked for something cold, I was thinking she really did get stung. Finally she showed me her arm, and I saw the little raised area. She had been stung and never cried, what a trouper.
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Last week, we were at my sister-in-law's house when Nat walked into the kitchen and smiled. Her teeth were all bloody! I said, "what happened!?" but I tried not to overreact and upset her. I thought she may not have know that she was bleeding. She informed me that she and Jules collided. Then, I saw her shirt. She had been using it to wipe up the blood. She just smiled, grabbed her shirt and continued to blot her lip which turned out to be offended body part. Again, she never cried.

Apparently my sensitive little girls is a quite a bit tougher than I thought! Daddy said she must have my pain tolerance. ;)

Week 4

Sorry I missed week 3. Ooops. Well, we had 2 really bad nights in a row over the weekend and I was beat. Thankfully she's been sleeping better at night ever since. However, I need to do a better job scheduling her during the day. It seems like I have to hold her all day. Again, Ooops! She is increasing her neck strength and may have rolled over yesterday. It could have just been that she was on the cushy couch and rolled downhill =)

All in the Numbers? or More?

Eight. Eight years. Today is our eighth anniversary. Let's see...
1 Husband (and 1 Wife)
2 Dogs
3 Beautiful girls
5 Jobs
2 Apartments
3 Cities
2 Houses bought
1 House sold
2 Years pregnant
3 Years (and counting) nursing
2 Cars

3 Trucks
9 Vacations
20+ Churches tried
1 Church joined
Tons of friends loved and left
Millions of memories made

Eight years ago, I couldn't have possibly imagined my life as it is today. I couldn't have imagined how far I'd travel in both miles and maturity. And this may sound bad, but I couldn't have possibly imagined how much I would come to love that man standing next to me at the altar that day.

I mean, of course, I thought I loved him then. But looking back, there is no comparison. He's the same man he was then, more or less, but over time, I have seen his character in both good times and tough times. I've realized how rare he is, what an upstanding man he is, and what a loving and attentive father he is and I've learned to truly appreciate the amazing man I was lucky enough to marry... eight years ago today.

Week 1 and Week 2

Here are some pics of Bailey at week 1 and at week 2. When I look at those bags under her eyes, I think of an old saying my Gram used to say, "I's born tired and never got rest." =)

WEEK 1 (above)

WEEK 2 (below)

Bay is officially a second shift-er (like her dad and sisters). I need to get her on "day-lights." Just like when she was in the womb, when she began dancing a jig right around 10:30 pm, she is her most wide-eyed right when I want to go to bed. No more mister nice-mom. She's had 2 weeks, now it's my turn. I've got to Baby-wise her little bum into shape. One GIANT praise - neither of the other 2 girls wake up when baby does.

Week 3, here we come. Oh my goodness, week 3? Then 4 - yuck. Too fast already.