Not necessarily in that order.
Tim made a declaration upon arriving home from work Thursday. "We need to embrace a lifestyle of peaceful tranquility." I only had one question: "Where are we hiding the children's bodies?" yeah, that was when the declaration became a pipe dream.
Last night was rough. It was a phone call near midnight - poopie diaper at 1 - Isaiah leg cramp at 2 - bottle at 3 - Justus doesn't want to go back to sleep 'til 5 - why won't you take your pacifier - oh, because that's your ear I'm shoving it into - kind of night. yawn.
But my parents are here (I will try to post grandparent/Justus pictures tomorrow) and it's fun to relive the newness of his being here through their eyes. Now if I can just convince them to take the night shift...