There doesn't seem to be much to write about lately, and not much time to do it even if I wanted to.
We took the girls to see their Cardiologist on Friday (who we LOVE). Katie's heart looks the same, which is good. What's wrong with it will really never get better on it's own, but the heart itself is still looking fine, not stressed or enlarged, so we keep waiting for her to get a little bigger until they fix it. We go back in June, and her doctor said they will probably do the procedure in the summer.
He also looked at Charlotte's heart for me, just because I've become one of those neurotic mothers who can't sleep thinking about all the things that could be wrong with her babies (is Charlotte's head too big? Or is Katie's too small? Is Charlotte too sensitive? Does Katie sleep TOO much? Does Charlotte poop too much? You get the idea...). And - thank god - Charlotte's heart is perfect. Little tough Charlotte.
Sunday was my nephew Owen's first birthday, and also two months since Jack died. Kind of a hard day for us. We took the girls to Owen's party, and of course got them all decked out in party finery. Found out that Charlotte definitely does NOT like tights. I told her this is nothing little girl, wait until you have on a push up bra, Spanx and high heels, then you can complain. Didn't change her opinion on the tights.
So let's add that to the list of THINGS CHARLOTTE DOES NOT LIKE:
Being hungry, being tired, being cold, hats, cold formula, vibrating seats, wet diapers, and tights.
And for good measure, THINGS KATIE DOES NOT LIKE:
Being hungry. Yep.
Charlotte at the PAR-TAY:
Katie, showing her underpants at the PAR-TAY:
Hey Charlotte, how's that hand taste?
March and April are really busy for us - there's St. Patrick's Day Parades, my birthday, Easter, a bunch of family birthdays.... Miss Charlotte had better suck it up because I see lots of tights-wearing events in her future.
In Miss Katie news, she's a babbling fool. She talks talks talks.... sometimes she talks while she's eating her bottle even. She has a lot to say already. Proof of Katie's talkativeness. She was having a looooong conversation with Elmo on the television.
That's about it. We're officially dull, old, parents. We watch Jeopardy every night and shout out the answers. We talk about poop constantly. PJ falls asleep on the couch at 9 pm. We had a baby-free afternoon on Saturday and we used it to... go to Costco. How did this happen to us?