Fourteen years ago we drove to a house on the wrong side of the tracks and paid 100 dollars for a two year-old dog named Nipper.
Every baby girl needs an uncle.
Someone who will sing her the Lunch Lady Land song (Avelyn especially loves the chorus of "Sloppy Joe, Slop-Sloppy Joe!")and make her smile.
She slept for eight straight hours last night.
Enough said.
The girl, she smiles!
Gone is the smooth, alabaster complexion that once graced my baby girl. She’s got zits now. And a lot of them.
She’s still cute, just more so when not in direct light.
(I kid.
This is the outfit that I brought to the hopsital in the hopes of taking Avelyn home wearing it. When I tried to slip it onto her tiny, newborn frame I realized it was a tich too big.