Avelyn rolled over today.
I missed it.
I set her on her tummy while I darted to the bathroom and when I returned she was on her back, legs kicking wildly as she stared at the ceiling.
Ten pounds, twelve ounces. Go, baby, go!
All went well at Avelyn’s eight week check up today.
I suppose it is inevitable that the only time my baby would sleep for longer than an 11 minute stretch would be when I am pushing her in her stroller on our 5 km jaunt.
Here be Farmer Brown:
Steve has been working his already petite butt down to a nub! Like a madman he’s been stripping the apple trees of their ruby treasures and piling together tho
I did not realize what a cloudy fog of sleep deprivation I was clawing through during Avelyn’s first few weeks.
After my brother left, two wayward travelers came knocking on our door. ‘Twas my friend of fourteen years, Kristin, and her beau, Martin.