A match made in ...

A few months ago: (I don't care to know the exact date, it would just make me sigh louder) Aaron took the bathroom sink off the wall - and it hasn't worked since.

This week: He finally replaced the tiny little piece that needed to be fixed to get it working again.

An hour ago: I slipped into a nice little "baby on your chest after nursing" doze and when I woke up I was informed that Aaron got that gouge on his nose (which luckily for me was not still spilling blood down his face when I saw it) while trying to reconnect the kitchen sink sprayer and that it was broken.

"Your nose?"

"No, the sink."

"That's okay, it hasn't worked in 2 years."

"No, not just the sprayer...the whole sink doesn't work."

All of this happened in twenty minutes and less than 20 feet from where I was sleeping.

"Don't worry though, I cleared a path to the bathroom sink* so use that until I get back from H--- D----.**"

Sigh...

I grumble about the house, wishing we would just order pizza for dinner to save me the hard labor of frying up already formed hamburger patties***. But I bite the frugal bullet and decide to get everything ready to eat the minute the intrepid remodeler and his bubbly little sidekick return from the store.

Eight minutes later: The microwave beeps that the thaw cycle is done...a few reminder beeps go by and I head into the kitchen. I open the door. No hamburger. Did I take it out already? I look again. And again. And finally I find the hamburger, in a bowl, next to the window. And having never made it into the microwave at all they are of course, still frozen.

I'm really just worried about the children.

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*We hadn't been using the long awaited bathroom sink because there was construction debris blocking the way, and because dirty doesn't come near describing its condition.

** I have grown to loath this particular construction supply store and would rather not mention its name in entirety.

***Edited to add: It turns out that having to use the bathroom sink while cooking makes for a pretty inefficient work triangle.

Edited once again with this update: The kitchen sink was fixed within two hours of this post. This means that I am now blessed with TWO working sinks...can you imagine?

Girls

I absolutely love saying sentences like "Put it in the girl's room," "Wash the kid's clothes seperately," or "Lets get this for the girls at Christmas." It seems so amazing to have TWO kids!
I'll say it again - they are both so lucky to have a sister*!

*Even if Tessa will eventually try to convince Meg that we really named her Mugford but decided to call her Meg for short.

Series

Thank goodness for digital - eh? It allows me to take 15 shots of the same scene, then store it on my hard drive for years and never let anyone else see them.

But not this time!

Here are a few shots of Meg on day 2 of Life:



And two shots of Miss T:
I took TWENTY pictures and these were the only two that she would face the camera and/or not have her fingers in her mouth...come to think of it, why did I keep taking pictures if she wasn't looking at me...?



And some SUPER CUTE shots of Meg with her eyes open:

Here

Behold - the pictures you've been clamoring for.

(I adore this, our first family of four picture, however I must note - it is not recommended to have the sore, out of shape, recently pregnant woman to operate the timer on the camera - although it did help in the "smile" department.)

(I am posting this simply because it is one of the few pictures taken within days of Meg's birth where I look decent and you can't tell how fat my face is - or as Aaron is fond of saying "how soft your jaw line had become")

Meeting Meg

We have been telling Tessa for about a month that a baby was going to come live with us. She saw a lot of babies in the mean time and she was always disappointed when none of them came to live with us!!

Finally the day came when she got to meet our baby. After meeting Meg, each time she came to visit us in the hospital I would hear her coming down the hall calling out "Hey Baby."

She still thinks Meg is great and greets each morning with a "Hey Baby", but still it is hard to share your Momma.

Home Again, Home Again. Jiggity Jig.

Meg (and Momma) came home this afternoon at 1:00 pm. YEAH!

Blue Light Special

Once upon a time a family was enjoying being "normal." Then they went to the pediatrician, their new baby was diagnosed with severe jaundice and they got to visit the Special Care Nursery at their local hospital for a few days. (Time frame as of yet, undecided. Soo far 4 nights and counting...with a pretty good chance of coming home on Friday afternoon)

The Mom was pretty upset at this turn of events and was mad at the Universe.

The Dad manned the home front while Mom stayed over-night (x4) to feed Baby.

The Big Sister had fun playing at Friends' houses.

The Baby was totally blissed out under the tanning lights and didn't seem to mind one bit.