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... of miscellaneousness

It's been awhile, I know.  I can honestly say that I have been using every spare second that I have during the day to get something done: dishes, laundry, cooking, organizing, cleaning, sorting, paperwork, rocking children, feeding children (this takes up, by far, the most amount of my time between the two of them).  So, no real time to blog.  I was actually headed to bed awhile ago, got to our room and our previously fast asleep little darling was wide awake.  So I started to feed her, made it a little while, and then she started to freak out.  She did that last night, too.  But last night was a lot worse.  We both had a bit of a melt down.  Pretty much the only place that she wasn't crying was in her diaper on her changing table.  Weird.  Even us holding her made her upset.  This lasted about an hour.  It was strange and out of character for her, so I was really trying to figure out what was wrong.  Ultimately, I think she was tired and mild gas was feeling much worse in an over tired state.  Anyway, we tried switching to a bottle tonight, but that was a no go as well.  Then Quinn put her up to burp her and she started fading.  I thought she would be back to sleep in no time, so I came out to the living room to pump. Quinn just came out a few minutes ago and said she was still awake.  So I'm taking this opportunity to share a few photos and videos from the last week.  I am really hoping that they are both asleep in there and that Quinn isn't going to come in here frustrated and uber-tired from rocking a frustrated and uber tired Selah in the next few minutes.  So here I go:


Quinn finally tried the Moby wrap:
I believe his words were something to the effect of  "this is awesome!"  After so long of refusing to try it because he thought it was somehow too girly for him...

I have a picture of Abram and Quinn kind of like this in this post.  Too cute.

 Quinn reading Selah's verse with her - Psalm 32:7


My ladybug.  I made Abram a bug shirt from a drawing Quinn did, too.  I will get a picture of them together, I promise.

We have to apply for Selah's passport sometime this week so we can get it in the works, so we did a passport photo shoot on the kitchen table.  She was much more stoic than Abram was for his (that is a general truth about her at all times).  This is the one we went with:

... and her best outtake:
(Yes, I dressed her in that awesome outfit, not Quinn)

As opposed to Abram's usable photo:

... and his best outtake: 
This is still one of my favorite pictures of any baby, ever.

Speaking of Abram... I have two videos to share... 


In this one, I am looking like amazing morning self.  So beware...

Pretty wonderful for this mother of two children to have one that really is on the verge of totally being able to feed himself.  

And this one is an update on his alphabet knowledge:

He also knows L, U, and W which weren't pictured.  
... and note how excited he STILL gets about his B!

Silly munchie.  

Ok.  I'm going to check on the daddy and the baby and hopefully head to bed myself.  Good night.  Or good morning.  Or good afternoon.  Or good "whenever you happen to read this."  

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