The past 2-3 weeks have kind of flown by in a big blurr. Tate is now 2 weeks old and I wonder how I've survived thus far? I have my Mom and beloved Husband to thank for all their help!

Unfortunately most good things come to an end and Grandma left us on Saturday morning. Amazingly enough My mom was up and at it by 5 am doing laundry and some last minute cleaning. Did I mention how much I love my Mom? I tried to warn the girls that she was leaving, (Grandpa was nice enough to let her stay so long) but even as we pulled up to the airport and she climbed out of the van, McKenna decided she was going with her and proceeded to try and climb out of the van as well. It was a teary departure for all, even John as he realized the shoes he was going to have to fill. :) She left us with the promise she'd be back in February. Only 6 weeks to go...

Luckily John took his paternity leave this week and so I'm not quite "alone" yet. Saving that for next week when he'll only be gone a few days, break me in slowly.