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2/11 - Faith, looking at cousin Cole's cute pictures. "Me wikey 'at wittle Tole, Tole, Tole."
2/24 - Milk started coming in Thursday evening. Joy is a good nurser.
2/26 - Joy's cord fell off. Noah called it the "umbilicord" when talking with Faith about it. Faith is very excited about the bellybutton.
2/27 - Faith, talking about Joy's hiccups, "Baby 'Oy had hip-up twenty-teen long time."
Things are going well. Everybody has adjustments to make. Faith loves her new little sister and likes to hold her a lot. She is having a bit of a hard time with the reduced Mommy time. She gets weepy about things that weren't such a big deal before. Noah is more of a silent sufferer, but I can sense he is also adjusting. Jonathan seems to be doing great and he is very helpful. He loves to check in on Joy throughout the day.
Jon and Mom are wonderful about doing lots of work and letting me rest.
I'd been having these strange contractions for a few days. Not the simple Brackston-Hicks that I have throughout pregnancy that feel tight but do not hurt. Not crampy labor contractions, either. They were very tight and they hurt. They came usually when I was sitting – on the couch or in the dining room – and relief came rather quickly if I stood up. This baby didn't want me sitting down! I talked to my friend Mary on Sunday (2/20) who had had similar ones with her son – for 26 days! I figured I could deal with it for another week and a half or so.
Heather will surely write a more detailed post for those wanting those details, but for now, a shorter post will have to do.
Here is our Christmas letter - if you are reading this blog, you probably know most of it anyway, but I figure there are some people that we didn't mail this too, and who don't read every word of these posts... :)
1/20 - Jonathan, as usual, singing while he plays and works. This time it was, "Come, Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadil. Come, Tom Bombadil..."
1/22 - When boys have a tea party: Noah, Faith and I were playing with Faith's tea set. Noah said he couldn't eat his soup because the bad guys had poisoned it. It was such a deadly poison we couldn't even touch it and I had him call 911 to send a squad out to take it away. I never remember anything like this happening at other tea parties...