Breathe...

This photo is worth a thousand words to me.

My girls alive (despite the odds), thriving, at home, together in a crib, and of course, of their own accord, facing each other. Welcome home, girls.

The girls conspiring against the bedtime routine.

What would we do without the Swaddlers.


Johanna's got the rules down: you can touch the hair, not the face. She's cool with that.


Annabelle home at last.