olive is 3 months old today.
this, my friends, is why i'm feeling overwhelmed.
i always do when my babies hit 3 months old.
it's because i feel like i hit a wall. the lack of sleep has been going on for far too long.
not to mention i'm taking care of enough children to fill a daycare, only they all belong to me.
i'm sleepy. exhausted, really.
i am lucky that olive is only getting up once during the night, but regardless, that doesn't mean i'm not tired.
when she was first born, i was so alert every time i had to get up with her at night.
now, i hear her crying...groggily get up to get her...try to nurse her...wonder why she's still crying and not eating...then realize that i'm trying to nurse a teddy bear and not olive.
sleepy i tell ya. sleepy.
enjoy a few outtakes of our 3 month old sesh.
here she is wondering why the hih-zell i woke her up for this:
and here she is watching daddy act a fool, trying to get her to smile:
oh, there ya go. it worked for a millisecond:
not so funny anymore, daddy. bored again:
here she is just being chubby. probably thinking about milk:
and all that thinking of milk made her want to find a nipple:
i love my olive.
okay. let's hope i don't try to nurse any more stuffed animals.
cause yah, that's awkward for all involved. (you know, me and the stuffed animal)