Never before has a girl been so loved...or smothered. I pray every day that Ally makes it to tomorrow.
Luckily, I've managed to get a few pics of her while the boys are sleeping or playing...
There are so many things I would like to write, but there just isn't time right now. For the most part, things are going well. At least we are all surviving.
Sometimes I feel like Superwoman, like when I'm nursing Ally with one arm and getting the boys down from their high chairs with the other arm or when I take all 3 kids to the park and we all come back alive. Other times I feel like the Born Loser, like when my children have gone several days without a bath, or when the boys are eating M & M's for breakfast while watching a movie for the 2nd time that morning and when my house looks like home base for the Manhattan Project.
We have made a few small strides. Ally is now sleeping on her own, although it's usually in her bouncy chair or swing. Baby steps...baby steps... Or so my mantra goes.
