Day three is all about Carson, my little monkey girl. Baby girl B in the hospital when they were born.
Carson, who thinks her name is a boy name and has decided she hates it. When she was born the reason they were in the NICU for sixteen days was because she had to be tube feed most of the time. I tell her she wouldn't eat from the start and that hasn't changed. She has gotten less sticky as she gets older, things used to just stick to her hands and feet when she was little.
She loves to text, even when we are at work, and more and more she prefers to hang out in her bedroom. I assume this is what we have to look forward to in the next few years.
I don't think we could have a more picky girl, she likes what she likes. Things are not as easy for her as they are for her sister and it is hard to see her struggle so much but I think it will make her stronger later.
She is so much smarter than she thinks she is. She is so different than her sister and it's so fun to see her change as she grows up.