In no particular order..

These are some of my favorite photos from the last few weeks. Weeks that saw us home instead of in the hospital. I am not even going to attempt to "catch up" from where I left off.. instead I will start from now. There.. I feel the self imposed blogger guilt lifting already.

Our recent days have been easy.. and hard.. full of fun and an extreme desire to get into the car and drive away at top speed without looking back. The ups and downs of parenting, postpartum recovery, and raising (almost) 3 year olds.

Frances has reflux issues so I have cut dairy, soy, and caffeine from my diet. No, almond milk is not as good as cold glass of skim, but a baby who eats a full feeding and doesn't arch her back and scream in agony sure is nice. It has made all the difference and I plan to keep it up as long as it helps.

And now for a few pictures..



A&M decorated a pony shaped birthday cake for they good buddy Tay-Tay.



Desperate for the great outdoors, Stephen took them camping in the living room.






We have played a lot of hide and seek. Margot believes that if any part of her is under something.. she is completely invisible. Yes, she is hiding under the door mat.



These girls absolutely adore.. and I mean adore with a capital A, their little Frankipot. That is her nick name at the moment. Frances Pauline - Franky P - Frank-i-potomus - Frankipot. These are the things Stephen and I did to keep our sanity during the long days in the hospital. Make up nonsensical names for our 3rd born.






Oliver turned 7 earlier this month. Can you believe it?! We can't either. I do sometimes long for the days when he was an only child.



Margot, artiste in residence.



Sweet Ada Grey who looooooooves her "Frank-e-pot". Yesterday she showed Franky how to bat at the toys dangling in front of her on her bouncy seat. Franky was eager to please, wrangling her tiny limbs into submission and actually hitting the butterfly a couple of times. Ada praised her efforts and she smiled a toothless grin.

The girls also gave up their "dat-dat"s about a week ago. Yes, their sleeping has been a nightmare ever since. We are having to retrain them entirely it seems. We are exhausted, sleep deprived, second guessing our parenting strategies and ideas.. the usual stuff right? I have a feeling since they were once amazing sleepers, that they will eventually return to being amazing sleepers. After all they were once incredible eaters.. then they were super duper picky.. now they will eat whatever we ask them too again. Sleeping has got to be the same cycle sort of thing right? Don't even tell me if you think I am wrong, I don't think I can handle it. Isn't it funny though, no matter how hard things get, or how frustrated you become.. there are still those moments of full on belly laughs. Like tonight when Margot was carrying her bowl of spaghetti to the sink after dinner and dropped in all right on the floor.. and Ada was right behind her and did the exact same thing just as Stephen bent down to clean up the first mess. It was like a paper towel commercial I swear! We both laughed so hard. It's true that being a parent is the hardest and the most rewarding job you will ever do. So cliche.. but so true.