This
...makes me feel so guilty for not holding her every second of every day. But then I watch her soothe herself to sleep, and I feel glad that we're so intent on not doing that.
And this!
I don't think I could love it any more. She lives gnawing on my pinky knuckle. Except that it frustrates her to no end. Nothing comes out of it. It's hard, not very chewy. She takes all of her frustration out on my knuckle, biting down as hard as she can, and in so doing, she makes all of these awesome, cute, and heart-breaking expressions.
This
...is one of my favorite things. A video baby monitor. It works in well-lit areas and the dark of night. Although I must say: the night-vision mode makes baby look a little creepy.
This picture
...is one of my favorites, if not my absolute favorite. Doesn't she have the cutest smile? I certainly think so. I think I agree with my cousin's wife, though: I don't think it's gas. Do you smile when you have gas? How is that a thing? Gas = smile? I don't think so.
She
...is so expressive! I love all of her unique expressions. I love getting to know and understand her expressions and cries. Each one is unique and precious. I kinda don't want to miss a single one of them, but at the same time, I know it's best for both - actually all three - of us that I eventually go back to work.
I'm not looking forward to it, but then again, I am. I love this, my babe, so much. But it's better this way. My mental stability and hers. Her growth and mine.
...makes me feel so guilty for not holding her every second of every day. But then I watch her soothe herself to sleep, and I feel glad that we're so intent on not doing that.
And this!
I don't think I could love it any more. She lives gnawing on my pinky knuckle. Except that it frustrates her to no end. Nothing comes out of it. It's hard, not very chewy. She takes all of her frustration out on my knuckle, biting down as hard as she can, and in so doing, she makes all of these awesome, cute, and heart-breaking expressions.
This
...is one of my favorite things. A video baby monitor. It works in well-lit areas and the dark of night. Although I must say: the night-vision mode makes baby look a little creepy.
This picture
...is one of my favorites, if not my absolute favorite. Doesn't she have the cutest smile? I certainly think so. I think I agree with my cousin's wife, though: I don't think it's gas. Do you smile when you have gas? How is that a thing? Gas = smile? I don't think so.
She
...is so expressive! I love all of her unique expressions. I love getting to know and understand her expressions and cries. Each one is unique and precious. I kinda don't want to miss a single one of them, but at the same time, I know it's best for both - actually all three - of us that I eventually go back to work.
I'm not looking forward to it, but then again, I am. I love this, my babe, so much. But it's better this way. My mental stability and hers. Her growth and mine.
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