Caroline is very aware of princesses these days. She is one. She loves to dress up like one, and if you're lucky enough to be a girl, she will call you Princess.
This princess potty trained herself last week (or was it the week before?). Hubby put princess panties on her one morning and that's all it took. She still wears a diaper at night but hasn't had one accident in the day.
Big Brother, for the most part, still ignores the fact that there's another little person in the house. Below is a picture of a rare moment of acknowledgment.
Little Brother is not so little. I think he's weighing about 15 pounds - his 6 week birthday was Friday. I know 7 month old babies who weigh 15 pounds. Suffice it to say that nursing is going better. But the poor boy is just not happy. If he is awake, he is crying. All. Day. Long. People ask if it is colic. I don't know. All I know is ... nothing I do seems to help him. I took him to a chiropractor last week and it seemed to help for a few hours but nothing lasts forever. Last night we were up from 2-6am trying to pacify him. Misery.
I am tired.