This is an old photo taken when Avelyn was about four months old.
I got nuthin’ to write today.
Could she look any more like her Daddy?
Didn’t think so.
Remember what a gong show breastfeeding was for me and Avelyn? Those first few weeks of her being unable to latch, and the screaming that ensued, were very hard.
Six months ago today Avelyn inched her way into the world and what a half-year it’s been! To commemorate her six month birthday (I know how cheesy that must sound to nonparents) I gave Avelyn a special g
“The water is wide I cannot cross o’er
And neither have I the wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I”
My favourite time of the day is when I am cradling Avel
I am pretty sure that Avelyn is teething. Her cheeks are rosy, her top is soaked with a litre of drool, she is gnawing on everything she can get her paws on. Oh yeah, and she is GRUMPY.