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?