Oh Ms. Avery Paige. I call her my "freebie baby" because she is SO easy. I woke up this morning and stared at her for a good half hour, so sad that I'm going back to work soon. And then she goes and throws a day like today. It was a total sitcom/stereotypical newborn day. Seriously, ALL DAY all she did was scream, eat, and scream. I spent most of the day bouncing around the house, "shh shh shh"ing, swaddling, unswaddling, changing diapers, changing clothes, and occasionally hopping on one foot. A friend of C's came over to pick up a table they're refinishing and I literally thrust the baby at him, said, "Here, you try" and walked away. She's finally sleeping in the swing, where I will gladly leave her all night if she wants. C thinks that she didn't sleep well last night but I'm afraid her glorious mood today may be a direct result of my glorious extra large vanilla latte at church yesterday. I really hope not though. I don't really know how that works and what my time frames are. No coffee today though, so I'm really hoping that tomorrow's a bit easier.