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For just a couple of days, three years ago, we were normal. We had one baby. Just like a normal family!

Yeah, it was three years ago that Oliver was sprung from the hospital. George and I had to room in with him the night before, but thankfully only with Oliver and not with all three, like they’d warned us. Whew.

We still use this changing table, but now his legs hang off the side. Eeep!

Alllll by mysellllllf! (not for long, buddy!)

After we got home with our bundle of joy, my friend Mary Catherine came by to meet him. She was about 800 weeks pregnant with Millie, who was born a couple of weeks later. We like to think that Ollie and Millie had some special bonding time there. We’ll see in about twenty years, I guess, if our predictions come true about those two.

Here’s the first time they met when she was on the outside. Hmm, neither of them seem too jazzed about it. But I digress…

Two days after Oliver’s homecoming, our normal life began when Miles and Linus came home.