8 weeks

Going going going. We're all super busy. School has started and is going well, but keeps our mornings quick. Finn is loving preschool, and Oliver likes school as well, but will claim it's boring if asked. Francesca says it's funny that she still can't do anything when it gets down to just Tilly, because she still has to hold the baby, or change the baby, or feed the baby, so even though things get a lot easier she still is busy. I keep telling her that as long as she keeps the kids intact then she wins my praises.
Tilly Rose is doing great. Still lots of budha smiles all the time. Still has a pointy little chin, she hasn't chunked up the way the boys had. Her eyes have lost some of the quicksilver gray, looks like she's going to have the deep deep brown of her brothers and mother. The skin on her shins is rough, much like the back of her mothers arms, it reminds me of the legends of the Selkies (the seal's who shed their skin and walk the land as women) I keep meaning to ask Grandma Jill if she also has patches of rough skin to see if my theory holds.
She has survived her first cold, which Francesca has been really worried about. We all had a virus come through, but Tilly managed to only get a little bit sniffly, not even enough to disturb her when she nursed, just enough to spray two jets of snot when she sneezed. Francesca reminded me that Oliver had had a cold when he was very tiny, and was theorizing that that was the reason he had croup all through his young childhood colds. So we're thankful Tilly's first cold was mild.
Francesca and I are still pretty exhausted. Tilly sleeps pretty well, although she tends to have an awake period around 5am, but the other nursing sessions aren't to disturbing (to me at least). But between the 3 children we seem to be up a lot of the night. Hopefully the boys will sleep more soundly as we get further from the cold.
She has been fussier lately, I don't know if it's the cold or just the age but she's gotten frustrated with the different ways I've been holding her. But there is one way that is pretty guaranteed to make her happy, when I hold face down across my forearm, she loves it. Then I hold her feet soul to soul with my other hand. She also loves laying on her belly, and happily falls asleep that way, if she's not getting frustrated doing pushups.
We play the game of calling to her and seeing if she can find us with her eyes to focus on us. The boys still are very proud of being big brothers. Onward ho!