You'll have to forgive me for my infrequent blogging.
I'm just trying to soak up every second of sweet newborn deliciousness. I'm trying to memorize the swirls of her downy soft hair and the scent of that little spot on her chubby neck, behind her ear. I'm trying to hold onto every coo, gurgle, and newborn sigh so that I can recall them when my children are all grown. I'm curling up with her each night and feeling the warmth of her skin next to mine because this time is just passing too quickly and I never want to forget it.
We have been staying at home a lot more than usual. We did visit Santa (who spent 25 minutes talking to my kids-the added bonus of living in such a small town) and had our picture taken.
Then there was an exciting trip to Tucson for laser surgery to correct Amelia's tongue tie. More on that later.
Christmas Eve was wonderful, with seven little ones in matching pajamas. I still can't believe they are all mine. Blessed indeed.
Christmas morning was pure chaos. See Amelia? That's her in the middle, surrounded by squealing siblings and mountains of wrapping paper while sound asleep. She fits in well here.
And somehow she is six weeks old now. Sweet Seven is growing up all too quickly and we are so totally in love.
