Day 4

Rough night last night, Oliver really wanted to get in bed with us but of course there is no room. Spent all day dealing with hastle, getting the newborn screening at the hospital & going and filling out paperwork for Finn's birth certificate.

Oliver covered his shirt with return address stickers out of some junk mail then told us: "I'm pretty, these are my feathers to impress the girls" "Are you a turkey?" "Yes, and Daddy is to, we're female turkey's and you and Grandma are the girls!"

here's Finn @ 4 days (not doing much, but at least he's awake)