Time has been moving along a trajectory that I’m sure Steven Hawking would have something to say about; it is both ungodly slow and shockingly fast. It seems like a few days ago I was still pregnant, snarfing fried chicken and decorating a nursery and now I have a smiling, burping, wiggling little ten pound adult on my hands. I swear, when I look at her it’s like she’s saying “this stuff is boring, I can’t wait till I can control my own arms without slapping myself in the face so I can flip through that book myself”
She is officially 7 weeks old now, but I am just getting around to posting her one month photo. Shocking, right?
With things really ramping up in baby-land I am shocked that I remembered to even take these….or do anything for that matter. Still feeling pretty great as one can when they can’t pick things up off the floor or get out of the bathtub. Still pretty high energy as well, and with everything being all Christmassy it feels even more exciting. I hope Baby C. makes their appearance this year though, I don’t think I can wait much longer!
And like I promised there is Chris in all his tired-of-taking-these-photos glory (as you can see from his laissez faire photography skills) in week 38 and below is a much more willing subject:
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