Taylor, London's "brother from another mother" as he likes to say, went back to Texas today. He only spent a few weeks with us this summer. Now that he's 16 and too cool for us, he wanted to get home quickly. We all miss him. Emily is always in a state of depression when he leaves. The car will be safer though. He took part out of the side on his first trip out of the driveway. Guess that's why teen car insurance is so expensive.
To kick off our first night, we decided that Violet's first night in her crib was long overdue. Her legs actually hang over the edge of her swing where she's slept so comfortably for the first seven -- yes seven -- months of her life. She's cried for 42 minutes so far and although I have the sound off on the baby monitor, I can hear her from downstairs. So, like any good mother, I sent Blue off to get a bottle of wine. What do they call it? Liquid courage? I may need to sit outside for a while -- not that I couldn't hear her out there. That little lady has a great set of lungs!