Sorry there's no pictures...working on getting a camera!


We had a great visit with the pediatrician yesterday. Norah weighs 12 lbs., is in the 90% for her weight, 50% for her height and 75% for her head circumference. I was able to talk to the doctor about some of her sleeping habits as well. After talking to my wonderful sister-in-law and brother-in-law (thanks Kris and Dean for your encouragement!) and our pediatrician, I felt more confident in letting Norah cry it our for her naps during the day. She's definately a baby that likes to be held and I simply can't do that, although I do love holding her. Both of our other children never had that problem. They were content sitting in a bouncy chair or laying in their crib. As they say, every child is different and I definately belive that.



Good news...Norah slept 6 hours straight last night. Hooray!!! Normalcy is on it's way. =) She's been doing much better just in the past 24 hours wtih us needing to put her down. She's cried it out for two naps and I think she's catching on. I laid her down just a bit ago for her afternoon nap and so far so good!


Avonlea and I had another "Mommy/Daughter" date last night. We had two doctors appointments yesterday (don't know what I was thinking in scheduling them on the same day!) and the kids were really fighting for my attention as I spoke to doctors. Let's just say that I'm honest enough to admit that my son kicked (yes, kicked) my OB! Here I was, in the middle of thanking her for all she's done in delivering our three precious children and Lincoln wasn't being listened to so he kicked her. He had to apologize and sat in time out at the doctor's office. Talk about embarrassing! Avonlea had her turn at the pediatrician's office later that afternoon. I was speaking to our doctor and Avonlea needed attention so she kicked the infant car seat and quite frankly, needed an attitude check. I had to ask the doctor to give us a minute and she did calm down once I got her busy doing a puzzle. Lincoln I can understand (not that it's right), but Avonlea has been nothing but a peach the past few weeks, so it caught me off guard, reminding me that she is still a 3-year-old. I think sometimes I overlook that because she is so mature for her age. I have to remind myself that she's just a kid and she's going to act out at times and need me just as much as the other kids, just in a different way. That's when I knew she and I needed some time together, alone. We strolled out to the beach again last night and had a chat about her actions at the doctor's. I praised her for all the help she gives me in caring for the baby and being such a wonderful big sister. I explained to her that she's not always going to be able to have me sit down and do things with her whenever she wants during the day, but that's when I thought of "Special Time". Each day, after I get Lincoln down for a nap, she and I will have some special time together alone to play a quiet game, play dollhouse (her favorite) or do something else of her choice (with my approval of coarse) with me. Today, she picked playing with her doll house, so for 10 minutes, we played together and she got her little love tank filled.


Just for the record, Daddy played with Lincoln last night while Avy and I went out. It gave him some time to get his little love tank filled as well. =)