Dallas and I arrived home this last Saturday morning and had a nice time catching up. Isabel soon put an end to the nice time by getting diarrhea and becoming the precious little princess we all know that she is. Saturday and Sunday night were spent waking up every 2 or 3 hours to Isabel crying inconsolably.
Dallas was a trooper. Not only was he suffering from jetlag - he also got a touch of what Isabel had, but he managed to get up more times than I did on both nights. I just didn't cope so well with the lack of sleep. These photos were taken early Monday morning. Isabel and Dallas had just finished laughing at my lack of dressing skills - you can see for yourself why.