Well, I survived my first full by myself at home with two kids. And there was only a minor amount of screaming and crying, but I tried to control myself. I did manage to take a shower and do my hair. Not that you would know it, apparently. When Colin got home he asked if I had showered and I said yes. He said, " Hmmm, the back of your hair doesn't look like you did."

Hands off girls, he's mine.

We're slowly being eased back into real life. I haven't had to cook or do anything useful in quite some time. First there was the eleven days we were without power (What? You were without power, Emily? That's so weird. You never mentioned it in your blog.) that I was throughly pampered by my in laws. Then when we got home from the hospital my mom was here for a week and a half (and if you're thinking, "Good Gosh, that's a lot of family time," you're right!). And now our friends are kind enough to bring us dinner a week. Which is good, because having two kids is hard y'all - Just ask Britney Spears.