The Thanksgiving holiday was a little more stressful than usual, but that's to be expected. I mean, we're still getting used to the little eight pound bundle who shouts out her demands at unpredictable intervals. But being home has made all the difference, and we are adjusting to life with an infant.
Olivia is playing happily on the floor at the moment, making noises and looking at all the things dangling from her floor mat play thingy (I never can remember the names of these baby toys). I'm trying hard to catch up on some housework and emails, and I'm not doing to badly at that.
The princess is starting to get her sleep patterns worked out, but every day is a little different. She is typically a very content baby. She does have the occasional screaming bout, but I think that's usually attributed to some sort of digestive process that's not working itself out quickly enough.
So far, she has met about a million different relatives. She was a little overstimulated by these meetings (especially with the small and loud children around), but that just made for better sleeping at night.
Now, we are trying to settle into some sort of routine. And I must cut this short for now. The princess is calling.