You are 3 weeks! Yippee! Sarah came over with baby Cora yesterday and promised me that we are half-way to this baby thing being way easier. Because, you know what, baby girl? This is hard! Like harder than finals week when I had my chemistry, calculus, and biology finals in the same day all back-to-back. How melted was my brain after that? Oh, about half as melted as it is now. That was one day. You are everyday. And every night. I dread the sunset because I know that is when the real fun is about to begin.
Dad went back to work this week. I can tell he wants to pull the, “I can’t be tired at work card.” And, I want to pull the, “I can’t be tired at life card.” Patch is sleeping right now, so that’s a win for him. Well, actually, he hasn’t been walked yet. Dad assigned me to walk him. ”Just put the baby in the BOB when she’s sleeping and get outside,” he told me. Just. Ha! We tried that two days ago. Right as I am crossing the threshold, I hear an explosion come from the car seat and you stirred in your sleep. I debated backing up, taking you out of your car seat – at which point you would wake up and start crying, then changing your diaper – at which point you would start yelling with the lip quiver, then putting you back in your car seat – at which point you would look at my like I’m the biggest dumb dumb for trying this all over again. So, instead, I reasoned that you could work on finishing off your numero dos while we went on a 10 minute walk. About 3 minutes and 17 seconds later, we were headed back home. You were cradled in my left arm to stop the crying, I was pushing the stroller with my right hand, and Patch had wandered off a bit to pee while he looked at me like I was a real dumb dumb.
I ordered this special macro lens to take some baby photographs of you. True to the theme of this post, the lens was a lot more difficult than I anticipated. I’ve been practicing when I get a chance. That’s about every other day. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to get some photos good enough to print and frame this weekend with the help of Auntie Mandie. She will make sure you look oh so cute. You didn’t like the flower headband when I tried to slip it onto your head, so I just gave up. Here are some photos from you this week a la natural:
When you were born, I was so happy to have a healthy baby. However, within a few hours, we all proceeded to subdivide you into parts.
*Click on photos to enlarge*
You have Auntie Madie’s eyebrows and, if you’re lucky, her eyes, too. Those are my hands. I can tell because you have my double-jointed fingers. I think that’s a Riley nose and chin, but the lips are like your mommas. The balding head is like your daddy’s. Awe! Kidding! However, I think you have his hair line.
I know, it’s pretty silly to break you all into pieces when it’s the whole that counts. But, that is what this macro lens is good at doing.
Behold the Sproul foot: It’s long and lean with extra long toes. Your dad was pleased to see that your second to big tow does the same bendy thing as his does. Lucky for you, your dad has nice feet.
A perfect little ear with newborn baby fuzz.
You’ve got pretty long eyelashes, girlie :)
Put is all together and you have: You! Always remember, you are uniquely you. We wouldn’t have it any other way!
*Published with one hand!