I think things are starting to get back to normal around here. I'm feeling almost 100% again and the kids have pretty much adjusted to their new little sister.
Katie is really into her baby dolls now that Amy is here. When I'm nursing Amy, she'll go grab one of her dolls, put it under her shirt and pretend to nurse it as well. Or sometimes she'll go put the doll in her bed and come out and say "Shhh. Baby night night". If Amy cries in the car, Katie will yell out "Amy, it's okay! Shhh!". It's too cute.
This morning when Katie woke up I was right in the middle of nursing Amy. So, she went to grab her doll so she could sit next to me and feed it. All of a sudden she looked down to notice one of the feet missing on her doll. She immediately got a very concerned tone and asked where the baby's foot was. I tried so hard to contain my laughter because this was obviously very distressing for her. Apparently Abbey (our dog) got ahold of the doll last night and chewed it's foot off. How do you explain that one? While I was trying to figure out how to respond, Micah quickly chimed in the way only a man can, "Katie, Abbey ate it." Katie yells in a broken hearted tone, "Abbey, doooo that?!". In adult language that is "Abbey, why did you do that?!". Katie then took a deep breath, looks up at me with sad eyes, and asks me for some band aids for the baby. Micah proceeded to put Abbey in time out while we doctored up the stump of a leg.
Kids are so great!
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