Due Dates

Yesterday was Oliver's official due date. And yesterday, Oliver was 77 days old. Still acts like a newborn, though, including the waking up every 2-3 hours to eat. Sometimes at night he'll sneak in 4 hours, which is nice, but he usually follows that up with a shorter stint. He's growing well, though: a weight check on Friday revealed that he's just over 7 lbs (7 lbs 2 oz)--a respectable weight for a 40 week gestational age.

Other highlights from the week: Dan started teaching. I think he's glad to have a routine back. I'm not so glad about the 8 a.m. classes, but we're surviving.

Andrew's still adjusting to first grade. Most days he likes it (lunch and recess especially), but we did have one night this week where at bedtime, my over-tired oldest (the one who's especially sensitive to routine disruptions) started crying because he "didn't feel like he fit into our family anymore." I think we've worked through that, but this kind of pre-teen angst was a first for me!

To compensate, Andrew got a little extra attention this week: he got to go to a fund raiser with Bubby and Poppy (just him!) and Friday he went to a friend's house (after we finally worked out the logistics). He's learning that he can't just come home and say "Aiden invited me over"--we have to actually have a phone number and address for said friend. Finally, after 3 or 4 days of him saying this, Aiden's mom sent us a note with her name and phone number (the similar note that I sent with our phone number never made it).

That leaves Evelyn, who's eagerly waiting for preschool to start next week and otherwise stays home and keeps me company. This week, it was her turn for pictures with the baby.

 Not sure what she was doing here.

 This is my new favorite picture of my two littlest kids.

 And of course, the baby by himself.