Check out Lydia’s outfit. It is size Newborn and I’m pretty sure the sleeves are supposed to go down to her wrists, not end at her elbows. And her feet don’t fit into the little attached footies and she cannot straighten her legs. Hee! Tiny little thing.
Lizzy has really taken to her littlest sister. I tell you what, having a newborn with an 11 year old around to help is a whole different situation. She can hold her while I take a minute to give Kitty some attention.
Because Kitty is struggling a bit. She is not so thrilled with Lydia. She is jealous of the attention and keeps climbing up into Lydia’s bed or trying to get into her swing. Or stealing her pacifiers and then fake crying. “Wah! Wah!” Poor girl, we have turned her world upside down.
Kitty: “Maybe if I don’t look at or touch it, it will go away?”
I am mentally working on the birth story. I don’t know if I am up to it… it was the most intense and incredible experience. I’m not sure how to put it all into words. But, I’ll try to get that posted in the next couple days.