The Bundle is now 3.5 months old. He babbles constantly and is adored by his sisters.
He is 16 pounds of chunk.
He sleeps in his crib nowadays instead of tucked under my armpit.
But sometimes, if he falls asleep under my armpit after nursing in the middle of the night, I leave him there.
I thought I would have weaned him by now, but we're still going because he has taken a bottle since he was born. (With the third kid, you learn some things.)
Bunny and Wallie are officially 4th and 2nd graders. School ended yesterday.
We move in a week, just up the road a piece, closer to San Francisco. We need more space now that The Bundle is here and if we move out of Palo Alto, everyone gets their own rooms.
Bunny and Wallie don't want to go to a new school and it kinda breaks me up inside, but I know that they will make friends quickly. I've signed them up for as many camps as I could squeeze into the summer, all through the park and rec department of our new town. Gotta be some new friends in there somewhere.
Work is amazingly, incredibly, exhaustingly busy. I eat, breathe, and sleep Clever Girls. There are nine of us now, and we're about to hire our 10th employee. And a couple of summer interns. It's a real, honest-to-god business. We offer full benefits and pay for people's iPhones and stuff.
I can't wait to move so I can start cooking again. Really cooking. Baking bread and canning pickles, cooking. The kitchen I've had for the past two years has been beyond lame.
I don't feel any pressure to blog regularly. I hope that's okay.
