This is a sequence conversation. Rory and I were left alone for a few minutes after a long day in the car/ car-seat and this is what turned up. A whole lot of smiles and since then she has started cooing and babbling it is adorable.

I don't want to jinx anything by telling it how it is, but this little girl is such a breeze. She has been sleeping in her own room and  crib for the last month, she usually only wakes up once during the night once she finally goes to bed @ 10pm and then she sometimes has an early feeding around 5:45 (I sometimes think I should just stay up and use the quiet time for myself, but that bed calls so loudly). She is taking at least one good nap in her crib during the day, and then several more that usually end up in the bouncer. She stays pretty calm most of the time, and when she does cry (and she can get loud) its because she really wants something. Usually food, but sometimes its just noise- like when we all leave the room after a noisy time while she has been sleeping she'll wake up, I think because it goes quiet.

The boys are loving her and Nat spends a lot of his time these days making sure she has what he thinks she needs (toys, binkies, loves and kisses, giant bounces and all that jazz). 

I only tell you how wonderful she is because it is currently in complete polar end of what her brothers are doing and what they need. I was prepared for sibling rivalry (which hasn't happened), I wasn't totally prepared for the blatant misbehavior and pushing every boundary and button they can find. I love that they want to be independent, but I find myself very warn out and miserable by the end of the day, feeling guilty for all the times I had to yell at them or threaten time out or what ever it is. I love these little boys, and I know its just a stage and some days are definitley better than others but wow I wish we could find the thing that works to help them listen and realize that they are still important and loved and WONDERFUL.