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So Miss Mylee... What can I say? She was born on Dec. 10, 2007, so she is fairly new, however, the minute she was born I felt connected, which I can't honestly say for Noah. I felt like our souls have been connected for millions of past lives! I recognized her immediately. From day one she was an eater! A half an hour after birth she ate two ounces of formula, and never slowed down! She was always clam and relaxed. At first she didn't really like to be held, and just after three weeks she started sleeping through the night!
Now she crawls and cruises and just yesterday she stood up on her own, twice! She loves to sing and dance, and she always has a smile! I imagine that the more she's able to actually say, she will love to tell stories. She is smart, and silly. I can't imagine a dull moment together!
I love my little sweet face.
First let me just explain that all I have been thinking about lately is.... "Marital relations." Day and night. I seem to be obsessed with it, which is extremely odd, since a week ago I would do whatever it took to avoid it! So last night my mother took the kids over night. (The first time since we had kids, other than our wedding night.) We walked down town, and then to the Monroe. The night was gorgeous, and just being together without all of the noise and whining, was so calming and a little romantic feeling. A good friend called and asked if we wanted to go to the bar. Greg really did, so off we went... We get home around two o'clock, get in bed, and I 'm ready!!! But then I make the mistake of going to the bathroom. I get back and Greg is out cold. I tried everything to wake him, but it wasn't going to happen. I go to sleep and think well maybe tomorrow... First thing I do when I open my eyes is wake Greg up to be "active" with me, and it's great. Then Greg's dad calls and says he wants to take Noah for a little bit, and buy him cowboy boots, (which is another story of its own) and to take him to see some horses. So off we go to pick the kids up from my mom's and take Noah to his dad's. We drop Noah off and go home. We put the baby to sleep and take part in some "romance." Dead smack in the middle, Big Greg, (Greg's Dad) and Noah come walking through the door and up the stairs where we were consamating our marriage. That's right we were totally busted. Twenty six years old, married with two kids, and Greg's dad busts us... Does it get more hilarious than that? I don't think so! LOVE IT!!!!!
