It's a sad day when I am actually happy that my fat pants fit. I guess it means that at least I don't have to wear maternity pants anymore.
I am tired all the time. I thought it would be easy to fit a nap into my schedule now that all my older kids are old enough to go to school at least part of the day. I haven't gotten one yet, thanks to sick kids staying home from school. Maybe next week.
Sadie likes to be held ALL DAY LONG. And she cries a lot. Well, it feels like a lot. None of my other babies really cried at all. I don't really know what to do with a crying baby. (She is sick right now, so maybe once she's better, she won't be so fussy.) And when she cries, her little chin quivers. It's so sad.
The older kids love her so much that they fight over who gets to sit by Sadie, who gets to hold Sadie, who gets to look at Sadie, who gets to kiss Sadie, etc. It would be cute... if they weren't actually beating each other up.
Sadie doesn't have old man hair like Avery. But in the back, her hair is a little longer than on top, and both sides have cowlicks that grow toward the center. So she has an awesome rat tail. You would be jealous... you know, if you were a ten-year-old boy from the 1980's... Or a grown man from Brigham City from 2012.... (Seriously, people have ugly hair here!)
With my older kids all being so smart, I had high hopes for Sadie. But every single time I go to feed her, she arches her back and puts her head back and goes for my arm and freaks out that she can't find any food there. Then her little chin quivers, and it's so pitiful. You would think that after nursing about ten times a day for almost three weeks that she would learn that one thing!
My other kids loved Christmas. There were lots of Legos for both boys and one for Avery. Carter also got Legos for his birthday, so our (FINISHED!!!) basement is full of them now. Avery got lots of arts and crafts kits, so our house is full of the products of those kits. (She LOVES art.)
I think my sister is going to take some pictures of Sadie next week. I haven't asked her yet, but she probably will, and then I'll post them on here. Then you can see how cute she is and why I can't get mad at her even when she cries so much. And you'll see why Preston keeps saying that everybody else in the whole world is wrong when they think their babies are the cutest babies.