Milieu of Me

The little blob Annabelle we took to Iowa, is now a full on baby. She’s fussing at the top of her lungs. Talking constantly at the top of her lungs, and smiling and cooing CONSTANTLY.

It’s always bittersweet. The jump from a newborn to an infant is one I always seem to be careening towards, but upon arrival put on my brakes. I miss that teeny baby already…the one who’d sleep through her brothers, needed only me and a bottle.  

HOWEVER the giggles, the talking. Oh my word. She’s exploded into a new arena of the cute. And she loves sucking on her hands so all her sounds are muffled by a little hand. 

She’s amazing. :) 

*snicker*

Amen.

This is hilarious. I should tape some of our dinner discussions…