Olive flipped over in her sleep last night, leading to her first ever tummy sleep. I'd been told that she might sleep better (a.k.a. longer) like that, but alas, she stuck to her 1.5 hour routine. Now the fear of night crawling sets in. Oi, we're going to have to decide what we're going to do about her sleeping without us at the start of the night.
We took our first trip to the swimming pool today along with Jana and Etta. The girls were goggle eyed when they saw all of the kids! and the grown ups! and the water! and the noise! There was some initial trepidation, but the whole adventure ended with the two of them standing on a little ledge splashing water and squealing as they watched people go by in the "river". Overall, I'd say it was a hit. If only we could have snapped a photo!
Her poops are now insanely stinky. I actually thought that the smell of manure wafting into the car earlier was the scent of her poopy bum, but no, it was just spring. They are so profoundly yucky that Doug was lobbying to just toss a brand new sleeper that managed to get covered in a thick spackle of poop on the weekend, but I put down my foot. Guess who ended up cleaning it up 3 days later when it was discovered at the bottom of the laundry basket?
I wouldn't give it up for ANYTHING.
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