As of yesterday, our little one is 1 month old. At this exact moment, she’s in her dad’s arms bopping her whole upper body around to a Sufjan Stevens Christmas CD. She’s moving her little head back and forth with a wild energy (and completely new and unexpected neck control–we’re in disbelief), with plentiful “ah”-ing and grunting and cooing.
We’re on the couch just laughing. She is the most lovable, the fuzziest, and the funniest little human we’ve ever seen.
And in the course of writing this short post, my little girl is now ravenous. One bosom, coming up . . .