Week Two: So Many Highs, One Big Low

We've had countless highs throughout Royce's second week home. Mostly, variations on the Harper-love-smothering-high-pitched "baby Roooooooyceee!"-theme, which makes my heart explode every time. And family snuggle/lounge time, which just doesn't get better. 

Harper and Royce and I have settled into our new routine of early daycare pick-up, and have been indulging in slow late afternoons spent all together in Harper's "tent" (princess castle), or upstairs with Harper "reading" to baby Royce. Much time is spent diapering and mama-ing her baby dolls these days, including by administering strict time outs when "baby not listening." 

We also took advantage of Darren's work from home Thursday to stop by for a family beer at our favorite local bar, and made it out for a pizza night, party of 7!, with Maria and Jon and Leo on Friday.

I was basking in quite a high by the time Friday night rolled around, after which point we were all ripped out of orbit by a mother-daughter 24 hour stomach flu. Major. Major. Low.

We're now recovered, despite Harper's frequent rehashing of the drama ("I sick. I sick in bed and in tubby. I spit up. I go nigh nigh with mama downstairs! Mama sick.")

Onto week three!

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"Harper sit right here." 

"Harper sit right here." 

"Bruno no touch!" 

"Bruno no touch!" 

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"Good moooorning babbby Roooooooyyyce." 

"Good moooorning babbby Roooooooyyyce." 

Bruno, have we mentioned how much we love you?  

Bruno, have we mentioned how much we love you?  

"Baby Royce in the tubby!!" 

"Baby Royce in the tubby!!" 

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