My baby girl turned two months on the 17th.
i love this photo because i managed to capture her tongue sticking out and her little finger pointing (Felix, didn't your Mama teach you never to point at people?) i like to pretend she's saying, "i love YOU."
i also love her light eyes and will probably mourn the day they turn my brown.
Right now she's laying on our bed cooing and having a conversation with the fan. i am loving this age for that very reason. Every morning when she first wakes up is my favorite part of the day. Her smile when she sees me? sigh. and we lay down on the bed and just look at each other, flirting before i feed her. I'm currently reading Operating Instructions and i underlined what Anne Lamott wrote about breastfeeding, "This is the easiest, purest communication I've ever known." I can definitely agree to that two months out.
i was emailing a friend the other day and she asked me about motherhood and i told her that Felix is such a joy, even when she isn't.
Those mothers who say they don't remember their life before they had their baby? i am not one of those. I remember my life before my daughter pretty perfectly. I could take long afternoon naps whenever i wanted, go grab as many beers/shots/cosmopolitans on any given night with friends, wear a bikini. Now i feel like the only one in the world who hasn't seen Breaking Dawn : Part Two.
But she's such a joy to me, even when she isn't.
P.S. oh and i'm planning on seeing Breaking Dawn tonight. Skipping pilates (priorities, priorities) so i can get Felix to bed for the night and catch the 10 o'clock showing with a girlfriend. 10 is like middle of the night for me now, but it's worth it for Edward. ;)