Sweet Girl,
You are two months old today. The changes in our family have been innumerable. Simply too many to count.
I would like to type more, but as is typical these days, at this type of night, you are fussy and your sister hasn’t napped and she’s a hot mess. Your Dad is trying to keep the peace so I can pound this entry out, but that’s not working and my shoulder is soaked with Littlebit’s tears and you’ve screamed yourself to a state of bright fuchsia.
But you are wonderful and perfect on your own, sweet, bright-eyed way. I’m cherishing these days. You are my last. I take your crying, pooping and cluster nursing in stride. It will never come my way again. 
Big Daddy and me plus our three little chicks. I'm a slightly obsessed, slightly scattered, homemaker crafting and cooking my way through busy days with our trio and grabbing at all of my loose ends. I hope to inspire struggling homemakers to embrace their inner crafty beast, to find some organization and rhythm and to tie all of their loose ends into pretty (though sometimes messy) bows.
