L & M and O

Every morning for the last three months, the girls wake up and ask if my baby came out yet. I think they, like me, were starting to think this baby was imaginary.


Thank goodness she is not imaginary.


I believe the first words out of London's mouth were "Don't give her any pokey medicine," pokey medicine being the term for the suppository we use in desperate digestive situations. Look at that, already looking out for little sis.


London loves holding little Liv, as does Maddie, but unfortunately Maddie is not as photogenic. (Her pictures look like she's plotting an evil plan against her sister).


Grandma got all the girls matching outfits and hairbows. Liv is a pretty happy baby except when she is hungry, or forced to change clothes. As it turns out, pink is her color.


On the porch with grandma, and our new cat Figaro (ok, Figaro is pretty imaginary). The girls and I go on walks through the neighborhood and they keep asking why our house is not decked out in inflatables. I guess this cat is the best we can do!