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Streamers glittered our house. New flowers potted on our front porch. A sleepy little two year old clung to his Grandma. We were home! Grandma is a saint. She managed to keep Koen entertained for an entire week. Cleaned our house. Stocked our fridge. Not to mention all the sweet surprises she left for us to find.
It was good to be home. Time to adjust to our new life at home. Pumping, unpacking, playing, washing. Repeat. It has been crazy. Koen is adjusting to life with rules again... Haha Dave is adjusting to life back at work and I am adjusting to a whole new life. Before the surgery I pretty much had it all figured out. Meals, naps, play dates and such. We run a tight ship around here. I won't lie. We like a schedule. So here we are four days in and I'm feeling a little more normal. I'm getting used to pumping, washing bottles, and holding HMae all day. She is a little clingy. I think I would be too if you chopped off my tongue. I can't say I mind. Before the surgery she wasn't the type of baby that would snuggle in the crook of your neck for a nap. She's an independent girl. But now I get this... 

and this...

And while we are busy snuggling brother is doing this...

hahaha! I certainly hope my boobs don't look like my knees.  And just this evening when I put HMae to bed, I came out to the living room to find him doing this.

He is quite the mime lately. When he is not being precious like this he is busy giving me a run for my money. Typical two year old! Needless to say we are surviving. By the grace of God I have not lost my mind, yet anyways.