Alien Abduction

Somebody has stolen our sweet, biddable girl and replaced her with A THREE-YEAR-OLD.  She has told us she wanted to go to time out every day this week, and usually then contrives to do something that forces us to actually put her in one.  Then she comes out, and comes out, and comes out…  I was definitely glad it was Gavin’s turn to do bath and bed tonight.

Drake started sitting independantly a week or so ago.  He’s pretty good at it, but tends to slump over after a minute or so.  The few times he’s fallen over, mostly then he laughs like it’s the funniest thing that has ever happened to him.  He rolls very well from his back to his front, and then wobbles around on his tummy.  Carina used to do that trick when she was a baby.  In fact, Drake reminds me a lot of Carina at his age.

Eleanor still isn’t actually crawling, but that doesn’t stop her from getting pretty much where ever she wants to be by rolling and squirming.  She’s started sleeping on her side, which is so cute it makes me want to cry every time I see it.  There’s just something about a 16 lb baby curled up on her side with a thumb in the mouth that melts the heart.  She likes taking her weight on her feet, too.  I think she might be a ballerina when she grows up; she always stands en pointe.

Gavin and I had our 10th wedding anniversary on Saturday.  A whole decade – happy anniversary, honey!  We actually got to go out for a date on the big day, in spite of 102 deg fevers and other unpleasantness in the house. We had a good time.  PSA, though, “market price” is pretty pricy right now – be warned!  When we got home, our babysitter made a point of telling us how exhausting taking care of all three alone is.  Yep, there’s a reason we don’t like to do that too often!