Daddy, I love playing games with you! 
We play cops and robbers: I surrender!
We pretend we're spies: The eagle has left the nest. . .repeat. . .the eagle has left the nest.
But, it's not all fun and games. Here I am learning how to crawl. Whatever we do, I love spending time with my daddy.Lately, I've been at a loss as to what to talk about. I'm still tired, but you already know that. I miss bread. I love my husband. Olivia is a fabulous little girl. . .I guess that can't be said too many times. She is more of a miracle every day. After some research, we think she is having some problems with over-stimulation. It occurs at night when visitors come over to the house. She can go to the grocery store with all sorts of noises and unfamiliar faces and she's fine as long as we're holding her. But, when anybody comes through the front door of HER house after 6 pm. . . .she goes ballistic. Sometimes it seems that she's going to hyperventilate. Then, just when she's calmed down, a familiar noise like the ice maker will set her off again. She wary of any male who is not daddy. I wish I knew how to help her more. We try to take her to a quiet room and give her a chance to calm down. It just breaks my heart. Is this common with children. . .especially micro-preemies? Any change in routine at night is very difficult for her. Hmmm. . .I wonder if Ryan and I will ever be able to go somewhere at night by ourselves?
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