I must comment on these shoes. Glenda made them by hand (and a few other fabulous pairs) and I could not believe my luck when I found this polka dot dress to match. She wore them out for happy hour tonight. Weirdest thing was that we couldn't actually sit in the bar. She's underage, you know.
She respectfully requested (read: insisted) that she be included on the blog from time to time. Of course there are a million wonderful pictures of Olive. She really doesn't take a bad picture.
She was sleeping SO WELL for a while! And then, as our more experienced parent friends warned us, she went back to waking in the night. It's certainly not like it was in the beginning, but boy do those nights of 7 to 8 hours of sleep sound nice now.
We went to see the Sharps on Saturday night and Finley got to play dress up with some of Mia's old clothes.
