Ten pounds, twelve ounces. Go, baby, go!
All went well at Avelyn’s eight week check up today.
I suppose it is inevitable that the only time my baby would sleep for longer than an 11 minute stretch would be when I am pushing her in her stroller on our 5 km jaunt.
Here be Farmer Brown:
Steve has been working his already petite butt down to a nub! Like a madman he’s been stripping the apple trees of their ruby treasures and piling together tho
She slept for eight straight hours last night.
Enough said.
The girl, she smiles!
Gone is the smooth, alabaster complexion that once graced my baby girl. She’s got zits now. And a lot of them.
She’s still cute, just more so when not in direct light.
(I kid.