Today at 5:30 am. Z is screaming, trying to figure out pooping, tooting, burping, and hunger all at the same time. Finley wakes up and calls up the stairs, "What's wrong with my baby sister?"
Joe is being his normal self. He runs galloping laps around the upstairs, pauses to glance in the crib, then leans over me while I try to nap on the bed with a big smile announcing, 'titter baby peeping!'
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Oh my, Wendy. What a fun trip I've had reading your "blog" or whatever you call it. Thank your mom for sharing it with me. Yeah, I wondered about that name too, but for me, pronunciation was easy to figure out. Not so sure about the rest of the world, but I think it's pretty. She's beautiful and I'm so glad your mom keeps me posted on all her children and grandchildren that I've never met. Enjoy her visit and my love to all.
Cousin Marcia
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