Christmas happened, didn't it? Or I think it did. Maybe it was one of those dreams I had when I was getting a two hour nap. Two hour stretches of sleep is about all I got this time around, for nearly two months, since Carson had so many feeding issues. Folks, I have a new definition of "tired" now. No, make that "frantic with exhaustion." "Tired" is not an adequate description. But I think things are on the up-and-up because there appears to be a dim light ahead in this tunnel that I have been driving in.
Well, anyway, assuming I didn't dream it all ... my dad made these awesome wooden toys for the kids for Christmas. I love how each toy he made is just perfect for each child. It suits their personality to a T.
Clara got a gumball machine. It has a few quirks to operate it but Clara, our extreme-sugar-loving child, had it all figured out in about four seconds flat. I am happy to say that she very generously shares gumballs with both of her sisters, whenever she gets one for herself. Although, she is reticent to give them the green ones because green is her favorite.