3 months old.

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.

word.

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)