Before you were born, I took a picture of myself for the last 13 or so weeks of my pregnancy. Your Aunt Merrick did it every single week, starting from the week she found out she was pregnant.
Likewise, she started taking a monthly picture of your little cousin from month one. It took me two months to get my act together enough to do the same thing (how long can I blame the move for everything I’m failing to do?). Welcome to your life – sometimes I’m a little slow. On the other hand, I’ve fed you every single day thus far, so, on the whole, I’d say we’re good. You win some, you lose some.
As far as babies go, though, we feel like we won in a big way. Almost daily, your dad and I say to each other, “Can you believe that this is OUR baby? We get to keep her!” I’m sure when we were driving home from dinner last night with another couple that lives in our apartment complex and you cried (loudly) the whole way, they were also thinking “THEY get to keep her.”
You feel like so many different babies to me – there is the swaddled, snoozing Ella, and the awake and serious Ella, and the awake and smiling Ella, and the screaming little toad Ella (you really do look like a little toad to me when you scream – you pull your legs up and scrunch your eyes shut and your mouth is so wide across your face).
And I love them all. Even the toad.