Fast forward a little while, annnnd here we are! Two months in with three babies and stuck in the midst of the winter of eternal colds, fevers, and vomit. I now understand the dire warnings about that first year in school, and poor Anni's preemie immune system and lungs are taking a beating. We may or may not have gotten a warning in the mail today that she has missed eight days of school, seven of which we were following their fever or vomiting protocol closely (the eighth was the day Mlada was born). Let's just say God chose our Lent this year.
We are finding our groove with this whole three kids thing, and by finding our groove I mean I have lost all ability to meal plan and now that I'm cutting out dairy for Miss Gassy-pants, meals have become an almost desperate guessing game. Okay, so that sentence should have read, "We're still in survival mode, but ohmygoodness do you see that face?!"
One of my favorite things is how much Mlada loves to listen to her sisters. They get the largest portion of the big goofy grins she has to offer, and Anni's baby talk comes at a pitch about three octaves above her normal voice.
And now you are about to get an awkward and sudden ending, because the baby fell asleep finally, and like I said, survival mode.
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