Day Thirteen Hundred and Twenty-Six

The Growing Pains

La dee da.

Hanging with the Babe. Making Hubs dinner.

Everything's peachy...

Not.

And Millie says, "Who you lookin' at?"

The poor girl is going through a growth spurt currently. It's making her miserable. Aaaaand...everybody else. She's cranky and fussy and doesn't let me put her down. She fights sleep harder than ever before and is guzzling milk like pre-Christian Adam did with beer back in his Coug days. That's a lot of milk. And so, we're making do with what we know (which isn't a lot). Mostly: feed, feed, cuddle, feed, jiggle (softly duh). My sister suggested a bath. I think we'll try that out tonight. Thankfully I have my LilleBaby carrier to keep her close and my hands free. Otherwise I'm a stay-at-home-couch-sitter-with-rock-hard-biceps and not much more.

And even when days are long, emotions are high, and baby is hurting, we have a Daddy who always makes things (a whole lot) better.

Thanks for being so wonderful to us, Adam. You're the dearest and sweetest helper I could've ever asked for.