It's official, my fussy baby has been diagnosed with Colic. Life is throwing a lot of curves right now...guess it wouldn't be called "Life" without that! I pray that we can get through the very rough days, frequent rough nights, and all have the patience and sleep to remain calm and level headed for the next few months! Tom's mom is here right now and has been such a blessing. Last night alone, Aubree went down around 10, up at 10:05, down again around 11, up at 2:30, down at 3:30, up at 3:35. Sometime between then and 4, Janet graciously took over and she & Aubree were still in the recliner when I was getting Brock ready for school at 6:45 this morning! So as I've asked you all in the past, prayers...prayers...prayers!
When we were at the doctor, Aubree was weighed and this little gal is already up to 9 pounds, 15 ounces! Speaking of her...she's exercising her voice again so must run! Here's one of her more recent pictures...
Oh, I never did get a post in about my Hurricane Ike experience. To make a long story short, Cuero was supposed to be in the path, but luckily missed us completely. Nonetheless, Cuero cancelled school for two days, and the whole town shut down/boarded up. Even after the path had indicated a shift away from the town, everyone was freaking out. Here is a picture of a house boarded up. It's a darn good thing they boarded up this house...because it would have been just terrible if any damage had been done. (sarcasm at it's greatest) I didn't get any pics of the front, but it was more boarded up, and a few windows had been boarded from the inside. On a serious note, I pray for everyone who was affected by Ike. We were spared, but everyone was not that lucky. I have lots of family in the path of Ike, and am very happy to report everyone is OK!
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I guess you'll be checking your blog and posting on it late at night now, since Aubree likes pulling the late shift? :)
Sorry, I know better than to make jokes about babies with colic... Caleb had it, so I completely feel for you guys!! It's not any fun - and the ONLY good thing about it is that you know it WILL go away! It was so true - when he was right at 3 months old, we just noticed one day that "hey, he hasn't spent the whole evening in tears!!" We had grown so accustomed at that point to walking around with him and rocking in the recliner from 5-8pm (and on) every night.
She's a beautiful little girl, and I hope that peaceful day (or should I say night?) comes soon!!
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