My beautiful, bouncing, banana-rama baby girls,
My brothers and his awesome new family,
Our "grown up" house which we miraculously were able to remodel into a super comfy place that offers more than just shelter from the storm (well, from the fog and drizzly rain that we had today)
I'm loving having my mom here--an extra hand with Hannah is fantastic and it's just nice in general. We don't talk as much since I've had Hannah and expecially not since I went back to work. I'm having a hard time finding time....Tomorrow she is going to help us make turkey pot pie and broccoli soup (ended up with a lot of broccoli).
I loved having Chip and his family here too. I've only hung out with my nephew once since he was born (again, lack of time) and also since Hannah screams in the car, driving the whole way to Hagerstown is painful. I end up stressing out because I can't fix it and before I know it I'm gripping the steering wheel and driving 85 mph. I catch myself and slow down and take deep breaths, but still, not fun. I'm okay with being housebound if that's the alternative. Fingers are crossed that she grows out of that before our spring break drive to Tennesse...If not, maybe I can rig a lawn chair to the roof of the car...
Speaking of Hannah, she is trying to finagle her way out of yet another bedtime...She goes from exhausted and screaming at 6:00 to bathtime to eating so much that she passes out on the boob to WIDE AWAKE when we put her in her crib. I try the tough love thing, but she screams those screams that women in B horror movies would envy; I can't ignore those for long. So she's intruding on grown up time again. This is the next bad habit we need to break.