Merry Christmas! (one day late...)

Video's

We've had some requests for videos of Ms. Maeve. I've tried on several occasions to attempt to load them into the blog, but blogger seems to have a hard time with it. So I posted some videos, old and new, on youtube. Some are really short and some are random and probably boring, but take a look anyway. Here is the link.

http://www.youtube.com/user/danu3333


Enjoy!

12.5 Months

Maeve decided that since she is officially a year old, that she wants to get a headstart on toddler behaviors that are designed to drive parents nuts. At 12.5 months, Maeve is already starting to test her boundaries and see just how far she can go before we physically stop her. Often, she will do something, we will tell her no and stop her from doing it. She will then look at us and while looking at us, do it again. She'll keep doing it until she gets a stern no, at which point, she will throw herself on the floor and "cry" in a moment of drama. It's still cute at this point, but we fear that Grandpa might be right when he says she is getting a headstart on the terrible 2's.

She's also tons of fun right now, and by fun, I mean unbearably cute and simultaneously exhausting. She's moving non-stop, from one activity to another. She's climbing the stairs, driving her little truck around the kitchen, dancing, clapping, scattering toys all over the kitchen and living room, and learning how to "do nice" to the dogs (the cats know better, and run in the opposite direction). She's also giving kisses, but is pretty stingy with them, and most of the time when you ask for one, she will lovingly put her hand on your check and then shove your face away. So sweet huh? And although she doesn't say yes yet, if you ask her certain questions like "Maeve do you like grapes?" she will nod her head yes. If she sees something that she wants and can't reach it, she will walk over to wherever it is, point to it, and say "dat" until you give it to her or distract her with something else shiny and interesting. For her birthday, her father got her a soccer ball, and when we tell her to kick it, she will walk over to it, kick it, and then clap. After taking a cue from cousin Alita, she has been taught to say "ahhhh" after taking a drink of juice or water, but then looks around to make sure that Mom and Dad haven't missed her being cute. She also does this great thing where if we are sitting on the floor, she will bring over a book, hand it to us, and then turn herself around, and back up into our laps to be read to. See? Unbearably cute!

She's finally sleeping all the way through the night most nights too. I was dreading having to get through the process of night weaning, but I haven't needed to. It's soooo nice to not be woken up to nurse in the middle of the night. Also in the last month, I had the dreaded H1N1, and the kid didn't get it, which was a relief.

We had a great visit from Grandma and Grandpa and even Uncle Brian came to visit. She had non-stop playmates for over a week! She loved helping Brian with the dishwasher and I mostly mean arbitrarily taking things out or putting them in. Her birthday party was a lot of fun and Maeve loved all the attention.

The kids a ham for sure.

Dancing Queen!

A Year!

It's true, our baby is a year old, and we don't know whether to be super excited or cry that her babydom is coming to an end. It feels like just yesterday we were waiting for her to arrive and now she's destroying the house on a daily basis. In honor of the anniversary of her birth, I've decided to post her birth story. The events of that night mean a lot to me, and so I've decided to share. So here goes.....

I was 39 weeks. Ash and I had gone to bed, around 11:40 p.m. or so. I was having trouble getting comfortable and doing some tossing and turning. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions every night, so when I felt the first contraction at about 11:50, I figure I would have a few Braxton Hicks and then they would go away and I could go to sleep. But then another one came at 11:55, and then another at just after midnight and they were stronger than the Braxton Hicks on other nights. But I still wasn’t sure they were real contractions, so I started timing them. Like clockwork, they were coming every 5-7 minutes. Some would last 30 seconds, some a minute. Some were easy to get through, some felt like I had to concentrate on them.

At 12:30 a.m., I got out of bed to use the bathroom. As I was walking out of the bathroom after peeing, I felt a slight gush of liquid, and thought to myself, “did I just pee?”, and then it occurred to me that maybe it was my water breaking. I got back in bed, still contracting every 5 minutes or so. I had my phone with me (my handy Blackberry) and looked up the telling the difference between perhaps leaking urine or amniotic fluid. One website suggested lying down for 30 minutes or so, and then standing back up. It said that if upon standing, you feel another gush; it’s likely your water has broken. So I lay down for a half hour, still timing my contractions (listening to Ashton snoring). At 1a.m., I got back out of bed, and felt it, the tell tale gush of liquid. I knew then my water had broken and that I was definitely in labor. I walked over to Ashton’s side of the bed and nudged him. When he woke up and looked at me, I told him, “I’m having contractions and I think my water broke” and then I walked away, and back into the bathroom, to sit on the toilet to catch whatever fluid I might be leaking. I sat there for a few minutes, breathing through contractions, which had gotten noticeably stronger (I definitely needed to concentrate on just breathing through these contractions), but they were still sporadic in length. As I sat there, Ashton called out to me, “Jen, is everything ok?”

Ashton got out of bed and came to the bathroom, still a little fuzzy on what I had said to him. I told him I had been having contractions since we went to bed and that I was pretty sure my water had broken. He asked if we should call Dr. Jaffe and wake up my parents. I said yes to the first part, no to the second. Once we got Dr. Jaffe on the phone, he asked to talk to me. Asked about the color of the fluid I was leaking, asked how far apart my contractions were, and how strong they were. As I spoke to him, a lot more amniotic fluid leaked out (luckily into the toilet). Dr. Jaffe didn’t feel my contractions were regular or strong enough, and suggested I stay at home. He told me that I could go to the hospital if it would make me feel better, but that staying home might be better at this point. He suggested I get back in bed and try to rest. Ashton again asked if I wanted him to wake up my parents, and again I said no. We left the bathroom, and I put on a pair of sweat pants. What followed was a slightly comical situation in that halfway to the bed, there was another strong gush of fluid, all over the sweatpants and then onto a towel thrown on the floor. Once that was resolved, I got back into bed, trying to get comfortable, trying to relieve the contractions with some sort of position, but nothing was working. The contractions were definitely getting stronger, harder to get through, harder to concentrate on. I couldn’t get comfortable on the bed, no matter what position I was in, so decided to get into the shower. I was in the shower just a few minutes when Ashton said he was going to wake up my parents. Within a few minutes, my mother was in the bathroom with me, keeping me company while I got through each contraction. She timed them, occasionally mentioning that they were measuring about 3-4 minutes apart at that point. Ashton came and went, getting things together, emailing the school and calling the sub-service. Eventually I started to turn into a prune and got out, the contractions growing stronger and longer, still coming every 3-4 minutes. I got back into bed, but nothing was helping. I started to feel like being home wasn’t helping me, and said I wanted to go to the hospital. Ashton called Dr. Jaffe’s service back and let them know we were on our way to the hospital. It was 3 a.m.

The drive to the hospital was 20 minutes, and it was during the ride that I started to vocalize during my contractions to get through them (Ashton told me later that it sounded like I was either eating really good chocolate cake or…something else). My parents were in the back seat and Ash’s parents were meeting us at the hospital. Once at the hospital, I got changed, and it was confirmed that my water had broken. They put me on the monitor for 10-15 minutes to check my contractions and the baby’s heartbeat. I was never put back on the monitor again, the baby’s heartbeat was checked intermittently by Doppler, and I never had an IV. My contractions were coming every 3-4 minutes and I was 4 cm dilated. Although they were pretty similar in length, every once in a while, I had a short one that was easy to get through. I asked about getting into the birthing tub and was told they would like for me to wait until I was 5-6 cm. The nurse suggested I get on my feet, rather than staying in bed. So Ashton and I got up and walked the hallways for a little while. I was uncomfortable on my feet, having trouble concentrating on both the contractions and staying on my feet and asked to go back to the room. I got in the shower there too, but it was tight in the stall and too hard to find a position that was comfortable. I got back in bed and was sitting up ramrod straight; to me, it felt comfortable and helped me concentrate. The nurse encouraged me to change positions and suggested leaning over the back of the bed. It made the contractions stronger and longer and when I remarked on this, the nurse told me that was the point. She told me to try to do at least a few contractions in this position. I made it about ten minutes and then sat back on the bed. At some point I ate a banana that Ashton had brought me and some juice, and at some point I threw that up. I was immediately given more juice to drink by the nurse. I started to feel a little desperate. I hadn’t slept and was feeling worn out. I asked Ashton to get the nurse to tell her I wanted something for the pain (the interthecal). She came into the room and checked me and I was 7 cm or so, and then left again to get things set up. I vomited again, and then drank more juice. Shortly after, Dr. Jaffe came in, and checked me again, I was nearly 9. He said that getting the medication was my choice, but that I was very close and encouraged me to get into the tub instead of taking the medication. I agreed and walked into the tub. I immediately overheated. I lasted maybe 5 minutes before I demanded to be let out, but I had to wait until the water level fell enough. Inside of the tub was one of the two times I cursed during labor. At some point, I vomited a third time. I got back into the hospital room and put on a hospital gown. By this time, I was complete and it was too late for any medication. Dr. Jaffe came in and told me it was time to have a baby.

I pushed for two hours or so. Dr. Jaffe sat on the bed with me the entire time, with Ashton holding one foot and my mother the other foot. Nancy was near my head, wiping my forehead with a wet washcloth and giving me ice chips or letting me suck on the washcloth. My father stood like a statue underneath the clock in the room, Gerry came and went a few times. I remember Dr. Jaffe’s voice being calm and soothing throughout it all, and him massaging my foot in between contractions. I felt like I had control over my pushing, since it was up to me to tell everyone when another contraction was coming. There was never any counting to ten during pushing, and no one yelled at me to push harder or longer. They checked her heartbeat every few contractions with the Doppler. I pushed lying down on the bed, I pushed on the toilet, and I pushed kneeling on the bed. At some point I got very hot and tried to take the hospital gown off, but it had been tied at the neck and wouldn’t come off. Ashton said later that I was like the Hulk, as I swore for the second time and ripped the gown off of me, and Dr. Jaffe pulled it the rest of the way off (yup, I delivered nude). I do know I asked for a c-section at some point (I was denied). I remember asking when she would be here, and Dr. Jaffe having me stick my fingers inside to feel her head, as it was so close. Sometime shortly before 9 a.m., he told me that I would have a baby by 9:30. At some point, Gerry came back in the room for the big moment. I gave a bunch of hard pushes, felt the tell tale ring of fire, and her head was out (with her hand up near her face).

And then another hard push, and her one shoulder was out, and then the other, and then amazingly, I reached down and pulled her the rest of the way from my body and onto my chest. It was 9:32 a.m.

I never planned to have an unmedicated birth. I never thought that birth was or needed to be some life changing or amazing experience in and of itself. I thought it would simply be the vessel by which I became a mother. But I am grateful that things happened exactly as they did, because the things that in the end ended up having meaning to me were things that wouldn’t have happened if I had had pain medication or if I had had a c-section. I still don’t think that birth needs to be some profound experience, but for me it was and I wouldn’t change Maeve’s entry into this world for anything.

11 Months

This isn't really an 11 month post, considering the kid is less than two weeks away from her first birthday. So I'll just give a quick update on what's been going on.

-she walks everywhere now, she evens tries to run, and is sometimes successful, and sometimes not so much.

-she's saying words, just not always in the proper context. she says uh-oh, ok, hi, book (boof), and calls ashton da da. she'll shake her head no, but hasn't started saying it yet

-she's still happy as ever.

She'll get a real post for her first birthday.

10 Months!

How is she just two short months away from turning ONE?!?!

(technically, it's only a month and a half)

So much has changed in the last month!

Most importantly....she walks! Yes, you've probably seen the video, so you already know, but we're still startled, surprised, terrified, all that. She took her first steps at the end of August, just a few steps here or there, and it seemed that most of the time, she didn't really know what she was doing. Fast forward three weeks and she is walking across the room, and then turning around and going back. She is clearly proud and delighted with herself. The only downside for her is that she *thinks*she can also run, which she can't, so earlier today she got her first bloody lip in an unsuccessful bid to run across the room at daycare.

She scales baby gates. We're about to invest in a new one because the one we have has these little footholds that she uses to her advantage, and then pulls herself up onto the top of the gate. Except that on the other side of the gate is the stairs...going down.

She climbs and then falls out of her crib. She only did this once but that was enough. One morning, shortly after figuring out that mom wasn't coming to get her even though she was awake and making noise, she decided to remedy the situation herself. So she launched herself over the railing of her crib. She might have fallen to the floor, but she got what she wanted, when I heard the thump followed shortly by the screaming, I went running. End result: no bumps, no bruises, and she's no worse than she was before. We, however, are hoping that with the mattress moved all the way down, it will be awhile before we have a repeat performance.

Clearly this child has no sense of self-preservation.

She also has these adorable conversations with herself that are very animated and lively. Of course no one knows what she is saying, but it's very important...obviously. But she does say "uh oh", "dada", something like "mama", and when she is angry at us for taking something away, she has "nanana", which we assume is her version of no. Speaking of which, she no longer laughs when told no, now she screeches, and then throws herself onto the floor face down in an impressive yoga move where she cries for a few seconds and then realizes it's not working and moves onto the next task.

The only time the kid stays still is when she is sleeping. So clearly, we are exhausted, and she is busy...all the time.

She Walks!!!!

9 Months!....and a video or two.

So Maeve turned 9 months almost three weeks ago. Seems like the older she gets, the later these posts are. It's hard to believe she's barely two months away from turning a year. So here's what new since the last post.

-she has a tooth...finally. With months of endless drool, we were beginning to think she wasn't ever going to get any. But lo and behold, she has one, and another that's coming in. True to form, she made little fuss when her tooth was coming in and it had already broken through the gums when we realized it.

-she claps! For two months or so, one of the women at daycare has been telling us that Maeve claps. We never saw it, so we mostly though, "yeah, sure, she claps". But she does, and now when we say "yay!" she claps for us.

-she high-five's. Ashton taught her how to high five and I'm not sure which of them is more amused by it, it could be a tie.

-she plays peek a boo!

-she's able to feed herself now. She eats chunks of fruit, and loves her puffs.

-she's starting to stand independently and just a few days ago, took a few steps on her own.

Earlier this month, we headed to Seattle. She met her cousin, Alita, as well as her Aunts, Amy and Abby and her Uncle Erik. We had a great time and so did she. We went to the zoo (which she thought was ok) and we went to the aquarium (which she absolutely loved). She was great on the plane once again and even though she caught a cold while we were there, she seemed to be in generally good spirits the entire time.

Overall, she's a very busy girl, who certainly knows what she wants and has started to express her displeasure when she doesn't get what she wants. She's had a few little baby tantrums which are hard not to laugh at, because her righteous anger is just too cute. She's still incredibly happy though and for that, we continue to be thankful.

Anyway, we bought her a little walker since she loved Elijah's carriage so much and now she can practice walking. She knows only one speed: fast. But here are two cute little videos.

Walking...sort of!

We spent the day with Gabriel, Dylan, and Elijah down in the city. Maeve borrowed Elijah's carriage and took a stroll around their living room. She was very proud of herself.

8 Months!

So Maeve turned 8 months, almost two weeks ago. oops!

So the last month has brought a lot of changes. Maeve crawls at super speed now, constantly trying to make a break for the back door when its open (I don't know where she plans to go though) or trying desperately to get to the dog's water bowl so she can stick her hands in it. We mistakenly assume that we have enough time to catch her and then we get there just in the nick of time or occasionally, after she has flung water everywhere. She's also pulling herself to stand up on everything and has just started cruising along the furniture. She also knows how to climb up stairs, but hasn't figured out the general direction of the stairs yet, so we're safe for now, but not for long.

And she's destructive, so much so that her superhero name is Destructo (thank you Ashton). She rips, bangs, smacks, you name it, she does it. Her mother is the proud owner of a NEW phone since her drool rendered the keyboard completely unusable. At daycare, since Maeve has become mobile, they have had to increase the number of baby gates because she is into everything.

We also get to see the beginnings of a temper since when we take things away from her that she wants but shouldn't have, she screeches at us and tries to get back her "toys". She also dramatically throws her head back, foreshadowing temper tantrums to come. Although she still laughs at us when we tell her No, which can't be a good sign. We predict she will be quite the spitfire.

No teeth yet, but she appears to be very close. And because of that, her sleep has been very iffy the last few weeks, but we finally seem to have gotten back on track somewhat.

She's still delightfully happy. She's constantly smiling, laughing, and babbling.

We're heading to Seattle at the beginning of August and can't wait!

Random videos of a mobile baby!

7 Months!

So the little munchkin has reached 7 months! In the last month, the little devil has decided to become mobile, that's right, MOBILE. She crawls!

What started out as this frustrating backwards maneuvering, very quickly progressed to forward movement, in which she would get up on all fours and then throw herself forward, and then flop back down onto her belly, but she would have moved. Lather, rinse, repeat, and this is how she got around, and figured out that she could reach the toys (read: things she isn't supposed to have like cleaning supplies). And now, she actually crawls, one knee in front of the other, and so on. And she's getting quicker everyday. Changing her diaper these days is like trying to wrangle an octopus.

She also figured out how to pull herself to a stand. We knew this was coming, because she had shown interest in doing it, but any really made any progress in that area when imagine Ashton's surprise when he walked into her room at 2:30 a.m. and found her standing up in her crib, leaning over the railing. Her mattress was lowered right then and there, her escape route effectively blocked.

We've also started "solids". So far she likes: peas, carrots, squash, apples, pears, and prunes. She'll only eat cereal if its mixed with fruit and the jury is still out on avocadoes. She swallows them, but coughs and makes a face with every bite. The only food she hasn't seemed to like is the sweet potatoes and I plan on trying again with that, because really, who doesn't like sweet potatoes?

She's also started to mimic us which is hilarious, especially when she does her little fake cough. She will also blow raspberries if we do it first, and the folks at daycare say that she can clap, but we have our doubts.

She's made her second trip to Florida and we hope to make a trip to Seattle this summer. We had a great time at Chris and Jamie's wedding, and Maeve was great on the plane and although a bit clingly, still managed to charm everyone. (says Chris: "She's really wiggly").

And that's about it.....for now.

6 Months!

Sorry for the (slight) delay folks, but here we are, at 6 months already. Maeve's sixth month has brought a bunch of new developments and fun changes.

-she naps! after teasing us for months with a half hour here or there, she finally takes two actual naps a day. of course, she is currently on a mini-napping strike at daycare, but her parents are able to get her to nap at home.

-she puts herself to sleep. that's right. at bedtime, she gets nursed, and then put down with her pacifier and a toy and puts herself to sleep. take away the nursing, and you get the naptime routine too. it's lovely.

-she is sleeping in her crib. in her room. all. by. herself. and she's sleeping anywhere from 8-10 hours at a time. double on the lovely.

-started "solids". first was sweet potatoe, which she proceeded to gag on and then spit up everywhere. and then rice cereal a week later which she likes, and will happily eat. then sweet potatoes again (a few days later), which she gagged on again and then threw up all the previously consumed rice cereal. then carrots which she likes. so it's a start, though apparently she is not a fan of sweet potatoe.

-she combat crawls...backwards. we do our best not to laugh, but the poor kid tries desperately to get close to her toys and only succeeds in moving herself further away. we've caught her on all fours rocking back and forth, but for now she only goes in reverse.

-she sits up independently!

She wants whatever isn't currently in her hands and boldly attempts to dive our of our arms to get at whatever it is she wants: the remote, the phone, straws, the mail, etc. She's also incredibly vocal, and recently learned how to scream...for effect and fun.

Best of all, she is still as happy as ever. (ignore the date on the post, this was actually posted sometime in May)

5 Months!

This past month Maeve made her first trip to Florida to visit Grandma and Grandpa Udvardi. On the plane, she was great! No crying, no fussing, nothing, I didn't even have to get out of my seat during the flight. She ate, played, and slept, and because no plane trip would be complete without a diaper change at 27,000 feet, she pooped...twice...on the flight there (we won't even discuss the blowout and complete wipe down on the flight back). Our trip there was wonderful and aside from some initial separation anxiety, she charmed and cuddled with just about everyone. While there, she went swimming for the first time and absolutely loved it. She kicked her little legs and slapped the water while smiling and laughing.

At her well baby visit on 4/1, she weighed 13 lbs 4 oz and is sitting just below average for weight, but continues to be just above average for length. Her teeth have still not erupted, but they seem to be getting closer. As a result, she gnaws on everything and anything. She'll put anything into her mouth if its close enough, including her parents. She rolls over from back to front and vice versa consistently now. She is intensely curious and interested in the world around her and once she becomes mobile, we predict trouble (the dogs and cats might want to scope out hiding places now). She is very vocal and babbles, screeches, growls, and grunts at us constantly.

Overall she continues to be a very happy and good natured baby.

4 Months!

Our little girl is 4 months already!

My first month back at work and her first month at daycare have gone really well. She is well loved at daycare and loves all the staff there just as much. We couldn't ask for a better set up than what we have. I am able to nurse her during my lunch most days, but she does well even on the days I can't.

She's gotten two colds/coughs and was pleasant throughout. Someone forgot to tell the kid that most people are miserable when they are sick, because she just smiled at us the whole time. She's also mass producing drool like it's going out of style. We can see the teeth that are threatening to break through, but they haven't quite managed yet. So in the meantime, everything she touches is covered with a slick layer of baby drool.

Some days she realizes she knows how to roll from front to back, while other days she looks really surprised at suddenly finding herself on her back. Note: the kid really doesn't appreciate tummy time. Yes, she tolerates it most days, but overall, she'd prefer it didn't exist. She's also close to rolling from back to front, but I imagine that once she realizes that it results in ending up on her tummy, she'll realize it's not worth it.

This month she also met Yvette and Pearson while they were down visiting NY. Maeve was happy to see that while she has a way to go before she catches up to Alita in hair growth, she's still beating Pearson in that department! It was great to see both of them and we got some cute pictures of the babies together.

Overall, she's a very happy baby. Constant smiles and giggles. She continues to sleep and eat well and just seems to be a very content little girl.

EDIT: I spoke too soon. Just this morning she figured out how to roll from back to front!

3 Months!

So it seems like it was just yesterday that I was writing her two month entry, but according to the calender, it's been a whole month.

Since turning three months, Maeve has rolled over (and then temporarily forgot how to), got her first cold, started teething, and started daycare. She's been busy. Yes, after weeks of copious amount of drool, we can just barely seen the first signs of her two front bottom teeth. She's been pretty pleasant about it, but of course, they have yet to break through her gums so we shall see.

She was also the lucky recipient of a cold, courtesy of her mother. She was also pretty pleasant through that, what with the congestion, and the snot, and the insistence of her parents to utilize the bulb syringe (ok, she wasn't at all pleasant for that part). Of course, when a baby who spits up regularly, also is swallowing lots of mucus, it makes for a messy baby, and two baby puke covered parents.

And of course, daycare. She is well loved at daycare. Its run by three women (members of the local Bruderhof community) and there are currently 5 kids there, none of them older than two. The other kids adore her, and get excited every morning when the "little baby" is dropped off. She is cuddled and played with, and they have even convinced her of the wisdom of napping (only at daycare, she's still not into napping at home, we're working on it).

She's sleeping at night very well. She goes down at 8 and is up for good most mornings somewhere between 7 and 8. Many nights, we are up only once to eat and then quickly back to sleep, but a second wake-up and feeding is not unusual.

And pics will be updated soon.

No....

....we haven't gotten sick of the baby. It's more like my computer was refusing to turn on and that's where both the pictures and the picture program were so....no picture updates. Don't worry, all is working for now, and new pictures are now visible.

In other updates, Maeve was 10 lb 12 oz at her 9 week check up, and just today, figured out how to roll over from her tummy to her back! Every time she does it she seems really surprised, but also gets frustrated when we put her back on her tummy and has trouble flipping back over right away. She's also decided that tummy time is not so bad and might actually like it.

So that's the news.

2 Months

Well Maeve turned 2 months old today. Let's review shall we:

-I don't know how much she weighs, I'm guessing between 10 and 11 pounds, since she was 9 lb 2 oz, on 12/12. We'll find out this Friday.
-she has displayed an absolutely refusal to sleep in the co-sleeper or bassinet. We're working on this. Otherwise, she is a great sleeper at night, only waking up twice, and sometimes sleeping 6 hours at a stretch.
-she tolerates tummy time well. Tolerates it, doesn't like it, but doesn't hate it.
-within the last two weeks or so, she has decided that the swing really isn't so bad and will happily sit in her swing looking around and will even sleep in it.
-she's very smiley and happy in the mornings and is otherwise pretty sedate and happy. However, if you aren't here in person, you probably aren't going to see it too often. If you've seen her via webcam, it was probably too close to bedtime for her to be happy. But we swear, she does a lot of smiling and a lot of cooing.
-she loves to have her diaper changed and otherwise be naked. As soon as we lay her down to change her diaper, she gives us a big smile and becomes perfectly content.
-she had her first date on New Year's Eve with Mason, our friend's baby who is 4 days younger than Maeve. She might have spit up all over her pretty dress, but I still think he was impressed. Even her parents managed to stay up past midnight, but just barely.

I will be going back to work next month and that means that Maeve will be going to daycare. We managed to find a wonderful daycare near my office run by the Bruderhof, which will also allow me to nurse her during my lunch hour.

We had a great visit from Nana Morris in December for the holidays. It was great having her here to give extra help.