She’s getting bigger every day, growing up at alarming speeds. She is all smiles this week, sometimes saving her biggest open mouthed grins for her papa. She is napping better and getting more reliable at being apart from me. The carseat is still detested, but is becoming tolerate. Which, really, is all I can really ask for. And when she gives me one of her smiles, which always start up in her eyes, turning them to half moons, it doesn’t matter how restless she was the night before or how often she wants to nurse in the afternoon when I need to be getting things done. All that matters is keeping her safe and warm and happy.
Gosh, this is fun. Who knew I would enjoy parenthood so much?






























































































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