I took some pictures of the girls with their uniforms but I need to retake some....but oh well...I'm going to put one of them up even though the girls don't look so good....(Hannah kind of has a wicked face...and I don't mean the "English" meaning of wicked.
Madison started school last Thursday and LOVES it. Hannah started on Tuesday and LOVES it. I am so extremely happy I moved the girls to the small village school. The girls love their teachers. It's going to be great having them there for the next two years.
Isabella is plumping up. She thinks she's starving all the time and Dan feeds her...I think he over feeds her. Her face and cheeks are getting rounder but he little body is growing longer but not fatter. She still has her chicken legs and arms. She is holding up her head, and she SMILED at me yesterday. Dan says it was gas, but I know she was smiling at me...she didn't toot when she was smiling and that's what happens when she poops. She goes through diapers like crazy...this kid is the "pooping master" as we like to call her. She now doesn't mind being changed as well as her morning baths. We have a new schedule and I give her a bath at 6 am...she's awake by then and then it settles her to take her morning nap since usually she is exhausted from being up for 3 hours in the middle of the night. She grabs my face....still loves to lay on my chest and likes to be cuddled and sang to sleep. She's so adorable...we can't stop giving her kisses. She also still snorts and grunts like crazy....especially when she's hungry...she goes crazy with the grunting as well as the head turning in all directions looking for food. Tomorrow she has her first doctor appointment....hopefully no shots. She is no longer yellow...her mild case of jaundice has vanished...and every day she's starting to not sleep nearly as much...although if you ask Hannah or Madison..."All she does is sleep!"
Dan has to go back to work tomorrow night...sad. My parents are coming today and we are super excited!!! Time to pump....story of my life.
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