Days at the Roost

I have not been a faithful blogger this past week. Josie consumed 100% of my time with a belly ache and worsening seperation anxiety! I was telling Joey the other day, that she came to this Earth so good-natured and well-behaved, but that we have spoiled her rotten and now we have to deal with it! She has mastered the art of crawling, and it is too cute. That does not mean she does not cry because she would rather be carried everywhere, but you got to start somewhere! She has become a busy little girl. She is always squirming and pulling up on everything!

I have found that one saltine cracker can buy me about ten minutes of quiet (or maybe five)


But then she realizes it is gone, and daddy is still eating them. Did I mention that she loves to eat?


Kris cooked us wings yesterday that were so scrumptious and Jack and Josie got to play. She was happy to have some fresh toys to play with, and Jack shares so sweet.


Looking sweet...


Eating puffs. Another way to buy mama some time. I know I should not use food to pacify her, but if it works, it works. You other moms know what I mean!


The hotdog strikes again!


This is Joey about 8 days post-op wisdom teeth. Can we say MILKING IT? I asked him today if we needed to put him on hospice.


This is the old lady face. Dr. Hatten once told me that both Joey and I make this face. I guess Josie picked up on it too.


Looking like an angel before church. She was so good today. Thank goodness I wore a necklace with lots of beads and brought my badge from work, they really did the trick. She did sing a few notes when no one else was, but she still did so good.


This is how she looks most nights by bathtime. A Mess. Socks falling off, carrots on the shirt, who knows where the pants are.


We are soaking up every minute of this precious time with Josie. We often ask, what did we do before she got here? Who knows... but our family is happier than ever.