Smiles

She's smiling. Our little girl is smiling, and I'm perfectly amazed at how incredible that is. A simple smile transforms her face from something cute to just amazing. It breaks my heart, as strange as that sounds. It makes me want to protect her even more. The thought of anything happening to her threatens to put tears in my eyes. To never see that smile again . . . it doesn't bear thinking about. So I won't.

Kate is nearly eight weeks old. She's changed more than I imagined she would in such a short time. She's lengthening daily, growing out of the newborn clothing overnight and into the three months. She has more baby rolls: on her thighs, behind her knees, at her wrists, on her neck, under her chin . . . My little roly poly She's also sleeping 3 - 5 hours a stretch on most nights. I'm still quite sleep deprived, but it's not as bad. Progress.