Sundays are days of rest. I can't say my days are filled with rest necessarily, but they do feel like they are on the edge of something beginning.
A month ago today I gave birth to NJ and the time has flown by. She doesn't seem like she's a month old, she still seems brand new. We're still doing "get to know each other" dance that is so wonderful and at the same time stressful.
NJ is growing like a weed. We don't get a whole lot of eyeball time around here. She's a sleeper and a fusser. Quiet eyeball time is nice when it happens.
My quiet is broken, time to get back to the babe and head to bed. :-)
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