Big Faye had her 2 month dr appointment. She is 11 lb, 14 oz! Our pediatrician commented that she must be a good nurser. She did okay with her shots and so did June. Faye got yellow bandaids, which made June really interested. Let's cross our fingers that Faye sleeps a little extra tonight. :) She has nursed pretty much non-stop since we got home. Comfort food...poor Faye.

June and I found a dead mouse in the window well today. June says, "He's not alive, Mom." I had no idea she understood this. Surely she doesn't, right? We threw him food anyway (garden mulch). And of course, she told Dad about it at dinner. She repeated the words "dead mouse" about 52 times like we weren't paying attention. It was really disgusting to listen to her jabber as we were cutting into our rare New York strips. Blah. Poor mousey.