Got to see my little nephews today, and they met Brooklyn for the first time. I love those guys more than they know, but spending a few hours with them makes me damn thankful I don't have twins.
Oh, just looking at old pictures of when Michael and I were actually happy and feeling sorry for myself like a tard, nbd. :)
I've been fighting with Michael all day, which is saying a lot considering we work 3rd shift and our day starts at 3 in the afternoon. It feels like the only time we ever talk anymore is when we're screaming at each other. When I was pregnant (and before) things were so great and we got along so well but now 9 times outta 10 we want to rip each others throats out.
My 4-week-old baby takes a lot less effort, time, and attention and than my 29-year-old boyfriend. Men are dumb.
It took me a good 20 minutes to wrestle Brookie into her carseat for her doctor's appointment this morning. She was so mad at me but I did get some adorable pictures out of it. :)
In 3 weeks she's gained 2lbs and 2 1/2 inches. It's awesome that she's healthy and growing, but part of me wants her to stay a tiny little peanut forever. :(
I'm not supposed to be going back to work for 3 more weeks, but I need the extra money so I'm going back today. Shhhh, don't tell.
I'm excited to not be cooped up in the house anymore but I haven't been away from my Brookie since she was born and I'm gonna miss her soooo much. :( So, we're snuggling until 6:00 when I have to leave.
Today when Brooklyn's paci fell out of her mouth and landed on her chest, she actually picked it up and put it back in her mouth. My baby is a freakin genius. xD