Fever

So, I just returned from the land of Charlie Brown (aka Santa Rosa, CA), after 10 days with this little peanut snack. Isn't he just delish? Oh, and did I mention that I got to go by MYSELF? That's right, NO kiddos! (At least not mine anyway.) Big, huge, gigantic kudos to my hubby who used up a week of vacation to spend at home with the girls (he did get away for two ski trips this year with my Bro-in-law, so this was the payoff). I spent my days driving my sisters kids here and there and everywhere, doing grocery shopping, cleaning out fridges/freezers and sorting through all the girl clothes she could finally get rid of, and best of all, snuggling that little guy. It was busy but it was all good. Crazy, but all good. Oh, and I also had a little fever. You know the kind right? My sister, after having 4 beautiful girls, finally had a boy. (Megan, the one in the middle actually fell asleep before we got to the picture--the only night left that all of them would be together--so that cut back on the possibilities, but I think it turned out cute. We had to keep telling Annie--right next to the babe--ok, close your eyes, now, don't smile. . .and try and keep the older girls from cracking up)

Now, I have 3 girls of my own, so I was of no help to her in the baby boy department, but we worked it all out. I love babies at this age that you can just get to sleep and prop about anywhere to take a picture. . . Justin was very accomodating with all my photo taking. Flash after flash as his little eyes would squint, then relax, squint then relax. . .

This picture was, of course, minutes before I had to leave. . .Oh, wait, maybe I need a picture with ME in it too!!
Heres the little collage I put together to go with their announcements today.

So, I'm back to my normal life. Madison was excited to see me, Molly decided she was ready to just stay with Dad. "Well, I did miss you but I need more time with just me and Daddy." --as she heads to his car to ride with him just minutes after I arrive. Whitney looked so old to me (I guess that's what happens when you go from snuggling a very cuddly 8 pounder that just wants a warm body to hold them, to a sqirmy 20+ pounder that wants to wiggle out of your arms any chance she gets). Whitney had a fussy night last night and decided she wanted to be awake and not happy from 2:30-5. It was definitely "my night", after being away for 10 days. So my fever is fading. . .but Whit also started taking her first steps today. . . .
Welcome to the world babe, your kind is addicting. . .