They come from nowhere/Vietnam.....invade your planet/home...and next thing you know you're taking orders from them. Our little Alien happens to be called Maeve and she totally tells us what to do. It's okay right now, since she is just getting used to us, but soon enough, I'll have to let her know that I'm the Mommy and she's the baby (not the other way around).
We've been home for two weeks...and if you want to know how it's going, please check out my friend Marci's blog (you can access it through the comments section). She summed it up rather nicely...and accurately. Just remember to substitute the name Maeve whenever you see the name Echo:)
We've been home for two weeks...and if you want to know how it's going, please check out my friend Marci's blog (you can access it through the comments section). She summed it up rather nicely...and accurately. Just remember to substitute the name Maeve whenever you see the name Echo:)
Since I am too tired to write a lot, I'll just say a few words about Maeve. She has a great appetite. I can't figure out how an 18 pound baby can eat 20 pounds of food??? She is generally happy....She loves her Daddy...She hates the car seat....she likes to tease Nigel by holding a Cheerio in front of him and then eating it herself......she can stand up on her own and take about 7 steps before she face plants it into the cold, hard floor. She loves the bath.....she wants to be held, like all the time.....and if only she would take a nap I might be able to hold on to my sanity (what's left anyway):)