Paige update...

Paige Abigail, Four Days Old


Brooklyn holding Baby Sister.


Three girls. (Do we have our hands full or what?!)


Oh, what a week it has been! I must confess I'm tired. Newborn babies are hard work. As are two-year-olds. And five-year-olds.

But it has been a good week. A wonderful, beautiful, messy, bonding, figuring-out-life-together kind of week.

Paige is doing terrifically. She's changed so much already! She's breastfeeding really well and seems to be very well-adjusted to life out here in the cold, snowy world. Our nights and days are slowly being readjusted. I always forget how little sleep I can go on until I have a newborn at home :-)

Stay tuned for a post on what the big sisters have been up to this week!

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