50

Yesterday we celebrated 50 days of life thus far with this perfect little girl.

I know we won't always think she's perfect, but for now we sure do.

Random

• Every night I read Wuggie Goodnight Moon and every night I notice something new in the illustrations. Like how the mouse is always changing its location, or the clock keeps advancing in 10 minute intervals as it gets closer to bedtime. I love those little details.
• The thing I miss most from my old life? Being in the kitchen and having the luxury of time to make a great dessert. I know that part will get better, for now I'm just dreaming of this or this.
• However, I think I could sneak away to make oatmeal. I've been experimenting with different oatmeal recipes (it helps boost milk supply--there's a whole world of info I'm obsessing learning about). First there was a slow cooker one with dried figs. Not so much. This one looks better.
• Is it so ridiculous that I've printed out stationery with Mila's name on them already? Little girls love seeing their name in print. She'll be able to write before I can blink anyhow (how can she be seven weeks already?!). The adorable download is here.

Weekend deliciousness

Let's see, there was some bathing and nudity mixed in with bumbo-ing.

p.s. See the 'About me' section. Yes, this has turned into Mila's little corner for now. It's either that or pictures of me nursing and pumping, nursing and pumping, rinse and repeat.

Baby wins every time.

Shoot-Along Challenge: Feet Portraits

Check out Giver's Log for details. I did something like this well over a year ago...my how times have changed.
Fun fact: Mila and I have the same toes. Monkey toes.

And so it begins.

When you have a little girl, you're either for or against the flowery headbands. It's inevitable. Mila's papa is decidedly not a fan; me, I like them if done right (no silk flowers). Marmousch crocheted this and I think it's perfect. From this pattern.

more eye candy

One month

Mila turned one month old last Wednesday. I had written this mushpot sappy love letter to her but I think for now at least I'll be keeping it private. All I know for sure is I want to do right by her. And that I love her so much I can't stand it.
but p.s. raise your hand if you've ever feared your infant? As in, you finally get her to sleep, tiptoe exhausted into your bed and as you are slipping your feet into the warmth of the comforter hear a sudden WOO! coming from her crib's direction and your heart somersaults a beat as you fear she's awake again. Luckily my daughter is just a noisy sleeper and nine times out of ten it's just an isolated WOO! but still.