Dear Talon,
This blog was always about you. Time got away from me (that'll happen with a newborn baby...) and I neglected the blog. You are almost 4 months old now and I think I can find a teensy bit more time to blog to you, about you, for you.
July 25, 2011.
You're here. You're squishy. Your loudest cry sounds like the softest purr. You are absolutely perfect. And you're all mine.
November 9, 2011.
You rolled over today. It was a half roll but still a stellar roll. You were lying on the bathroom floor (on a rug, of course) with me while I went to the bathroom. (A normalcy in the life of a new mother, indeed.) You threw your hands up in front of your face, pulled up your legs, rolled on your right side then back to your back. We were all thrilled. Even Tikki. She saw it too.
You've been pretty fussy lately. You had your dad up last night at 1:15am then 4am. I had to get up at 4am to go to work this morning. You've been an extra hungry baby! We are wondering when we can give you rice cereal in your organic formula to knock you out for the night. Aren't we nice? :) Time has a different meaning for me these days and I just want to spend it wisely.
I just gave you a bath and I'm holding you now. You are extremely wiggly and drool all over my arm. I have mastered the skill of one-handed typing.
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