The end

We've reached the official end of the work week, now if only Steven didn't also have to work today. I survived a week on my own, and even our first trip out without help. The girlies had a WIC appt on Tuesday, so we traipsed over there for 9am (what was I thinking trying to get out that early!) to check up on the girls and to get their new checks. Hannah was NOT at all pleased to be there, and was still not pleased when we left and went to Kat's house to visit. Even cake didn't really make it much better. Thankfully she snapped out of it, despite not napping and was a peach in the evening.

Norah is interesting. She's sleeping pretty well at night, waking twice to eat and then generally goes back to sleep. I guess the problem is daytime sleep for her. She doesn't want to do it, and we all know that overtired babies don't go to sleep either. Oh, and the nearly nonstop crying from about 6 or 6:30 until we get her ready for bed at 8ish. I'm hoping it's because she hasn't slept well during the day so she melts down at night.... otherwise it sounds like colic, which isn't on anyones list of fun things.

Hannah had a wonderful birthday. She got lots of presents she loves, and Meme made her spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, and got a princess cake for after. Her favorite gift I think is her "Pianano" and since it's so cute when she says it, I can overlook the ultra annoying factor of the random princess music and neon pink flashing lights.