Vivi: Twenty-Seven Weeks

Eric's on vacation for the summer, we're at the beach, and I've already lost track of time. Is it really Friday already? Is it even June still? What year is it? Where we're going we don't need roads?

Don't mind me. I just drank a piña colada by the sea because...vacation. I'm not a delinquent parent. Vivi was napping in the stroller right by my side the entire time.

Vivienne's rashy problems are consistently inconsistent. One day her skin looks great, and the next it's a mess all over again. I've been scouring my food journal, but fail to recognize any connections between what I'm eating and her health symptoms. Bah humbug.
I'm still dairy free, but have become a lot less strict with the rest. The good news is that I'm twenty pounds lighter than my pre pregnancy weight. But then I lost five pounds last week alone and decided I was becoming obsessively ridiculous and needed to chill.
In other news...
While at the beach, we've learned that Vivi does not like sand, waves, or sunscreen. However, the sound of the waves crashing put her into a deep slumber on Eric's shoulder.

Maddie and Vivi have been sharing a room for the first time while we're on vacation. When Vivi realized Madeline was lying in bed across from her, she couldn't settle to sleep. She just wanted to smile and screech at her big sister.
Tonight, when Vivi started getting fussy at dinner, Maddie was able to distract her and keep her calm. The two of them played happily at the table while we adults finished eating in peace. They're so sweet together.

Vivi loves chewing her toes, loves banging objects on the table, loves drinking from a cup, and loves pulling my hair. And I love her.