I have to admit that I spend a lot of time thinking about blogging. My excuse this week was that my sweet baby was sick. Very sick actually. (Funny that the last post was about the other one being sick) I guess that's what happens when you live in close quarters with a bunch of teeny petri dishes.
Sleep training was sort of, kind of successful meaning that I had SINCERE intentions of doing it. So much so in fact that THE night I was going to do it, she got sick. So the "training" went out the window. Needless to say I keep waking up with one of my "ladies" exposed and a very full baby next to me in bed. Man this little one has me eating from her hand. Mr law man is pretty convinced she knows what she's doing and I am pretty convinced he's right.
On a lighter, non sick note, we had a beautiful Saturday a couple weeks back and were actually able to go the beach in February! I still cannot believe that we live somewhere that I can do that. Baby P could've given or taken the beach because the only place she's happy is connected to me and I had the nerve to put her down when I had to help Ollie get the lump of sand out of his eye. I believe she thinks he's quite rude for that. Ollie LOVES the beach but would never get in the water. Ever. VV really loves it and gets in no matter how cold it is. She's so awesome.
