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Paige is now one week old! Well, she will be in a little under 3 hours. Isn't she cute?

Being home has gone well so far. The girls are still in school all day so it's just Paige and I until about 5:30. Today is the last day that Dustin will be picking them up from school for me [their school closes at 5:15 and he generally works until 6:30] so I'll have to manage going there, dragging Paige inside, and bringing them all out. We made the decision to keep the girls home this summer to save some money, and I have already concluded that outings with out Daddy will be few and far between!

Speaking of sisters... they sure do love baby Paige! A little too much. Since they've been in school all day they haven't really had too much time to spend with her. Brooke had dance on Thursday night and then on Friday night Dustin took them both to a baseball game. When they are around her they both kind of "fight" for her attention. They have yet to find a way to look at her that they both find equal. Even in the picture above you can see Molly pouting because Brooke was singing a lullaby and she wanted to sing hers.

Paige can be very alert. Just ask her newborn photographer, who has the patience of a saint and spent 5 hours with us yesterday trying to capture pictures. I am pretty positive that Paige slept for less than an hour of that, and it was all in spurts.

I've spent most of the first week just holding her and cuddling her. Since she is my last, and I already know just how quickly babies grow up, I've been trying to enjoy every moment. I did have to leave the house on Friday to take her to a Pediatrician appointment on my own, and it made me realize I still have some healing to do, so I've been taking it easy. One week olds don't really have a schedule but she does okay at night. Last night she went in 3-3.5 hour spurts before needing to eat, and I actually woke up feeling rested. The first few nights were pretty rough.

I can tell that the "hormonal slump" is starting to set in. The adrenaline from birth has worn off, and now the emotional roller coaster begins. I have been on anxiety medication since the beginning of my pregnancy, so I've been curious to see how everything goes. The nurse told me that I might need a higher dose for awhile since my body has adjusted to what I am on now. It is worse at night so I always look forward to going to be and waking up to a new day.

Happy One Week, Paige! You are the perfect addition to our family. 

Molly Moo

Oh, Miss. Molly Moo...

There is so much to be said about you.

Molly is naughty. Plain and simple. I always say she lives by the motto "I just can't help myself". We used to call her five second Molly because that is about how long she would sit, or listen, at a time. You could tell her not to do something, and she would remember she shouldn't be doing it for, oh, five seconds, and then she would start again. Nothing phases her. Timeouts, getting yelled at, positive reinforcement, etc. If she wants to do it, she will.

Good thing we love her name, because we use it a lot.

Molly is wild, stubborn, free spirited, loud.

In the beginning of the "threenager" years, she would scream at us when told no and slam the door in our face. We do the 1-2-3 count as a start for discipline and she would yell, "STOP COUNTING AT ME!" She has a wicked mean face.

Molly is hilarious. And fun. And so so so sweet and loving. She will come up and rub your face, give you a hug, and tell you how much she loves you. When she was little I called her Lovey Loo for some reason. When I did, she would give me a big hug. Now if I ask for a hug she'll go, "A Lovey Loo hug, right Mommy?" and give me the biggest squeeze.  She says and does the funniest things, and is pretty creative.

Brooke got a paper cut at school and got a pretty pink bandaid. When we got home Molly did the only rational thing she could think of to get her own bandaid, she gave herself a paper cut.

She wanted a pin that had Brooke's name on it so she wiped Brooke's name off and wrote her own.

Brooke had shots at the doctor and came home with more pretty bandaids, so Molly started fake coughing in hopes that she could go to the doctor and get a shot too.

Dustin fears for the day that Brooke breaks her arm and comes home with a pretty pink cast.

We went to Disney this Fall and attended Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party. The girls dressed up as superheros and Molly would run around the park saying, "Hurry up Mommy, I have people to save!" and she would jump in the air and say, "Did you see me fly?"

She LOVES her big sister and has never ever ever wanted to be the baby. Anything Brooke does, she can do. Anything Brooke does, she will repeat. They go everywhere together.

Molly is anything but shy.

She has no concept of personal space.

She is 100% Daddy's girl. I've been hearing "Daddy do it!" since she could say all three words.

She loves to play dress up and cries if I don't let her wear the shoes she wants to wear to school. Every shirt she wears must be a "dress shirt" which means it can spin at the bottom with her. Despite this she is my rough and tumble girl. She tackles Brooke randomly and starts tickle fights. She has no problems getting dirty. She is loud.

The other day the girls asked me if they could take separate showers. I think they were over stimulated after a long weekend. Brooke was in our shower singing quietly and washing her bath dolls hair. Molly was in her shower singing --make that screaming-- a song about stomping and stomping her feet as loud as she could. She fills the rinse cup with water and throws it up in the air so it lands back down on her. If given the chance to take a bath, there is a possibility she will use that cup to throw water around and therefore flood the bathroom.

She has a raspy voice and speaks with what I call her Boston Lisp. A little bit Boston accent, a little bit lisp.

Molly will be four in June and we cannot wait to see her fun personality continue to develop and grow. I have a feel she'll be keeping us on our toes well into the teenage years.