Life is getting back to normal, it's been a long year and a half, with the pregnancy and little sweet hearted, -non sleeping, -picky, -non bottle drinking, Rusty. Truthfully this kid doesn't believe in nursing outside my bedroom, just the two of us (leaving 3 other littles all alone with grand possibilities of reeking household havoc).
I always thought those moms who said their kiddos wouldn't take a bottle were exaggerating too, but it's true, he won't take a bottle. I've tried starving the little babe, I've tried delicious full strength juices, breast milk, even baby food in a bottle but he's not havin' it. I've come to the conclusion that he's bottle sucking impaired.
But, with all that he's still charming as all get out, and a happy little guy. I couldn't ask for a better group of kids. They are super fun, funny, and sweet to one another.
I appreciate Ky's help more than she can understand, I'm expecting her to grow a pair of angel wings any day. Fin is a ray of sunshine, spreading cheer in her wake, and Bridge-well some days that boy's straight out of the Sunday morning comics. He's mischievous, hilarious, and so busy he's practically a blur.
I appreciate Ky's help more than she can understand, I'm expecting her to grow a pair of angel wings any day. Fin is a ray of sunshine, spreading cheer in her wake, and Bridge-well some days that boy's straight out of the Sunday morning comics. He's mischievous, hilarious, and so busy he's practically a blur.
