Perhaps the need to sleep with her hands at her face is genetic…
seriously, you want me to do what?
I promise not to turn this blog into daily musings on poo. But that’s all we can think about around here. We need poo. Lots of it. We need to get this stuff out of our system and get on with things. I’ve discovered that the shutter noise of my camera stirs her from her…
wednesday morning in a garden of baby girl pink flowers
A little something to brighten up a rainy July afternoon. It’s nice to look at pink after battling the yellow of jaundice for several days now. We’re pretty much feeding around the clock to get this stuff flushed out, and hanging out on some cool blue light therapy when we’re not eating, so pink is…