My baby girl, she's growing so fast. And every day, my to do list grows, and blogging gets pushed further and further from the top. I'll regret that one day; hell, I regret it already.
So many changes, happening so very quickly. I dropped her for the first time the day she turned 7 weeks. She was in her Moby wrap, there was a dog that attacked Finn - somehow in the commotion, she fell out of the wrap and face-first into the grass. I looked down and saw her little pink body spread-eagle in the sea of green and nearly died. I scooped her up, her little face red from the screaming - but she was fine. A few small surface scratches on her cheeks from the blades of grass, but otherwise none the worse for wear. I still spent the next 3 hours staring at her, wondering if that vein on the side of her head was so visible before, or if she was maybe bleeding in her brain. Eventually I accepted that she was fine, thanking my lucky stars that we're THOSE neighbors who never mow the grass timely, and so allowing her to have a nice soft cushion for her landing.
And I make sure the Moby is plenty tight now.
She rolls over from her belly to her back. Sometimes. She loves...
She's awake. Dinner time!
