omfg

she's lying next to me on the couch, one litle fist curled up on her cheek, and at this angle she looks just like my baby pictures.  i must remember to take pictures of her little baby toes before they get bigger.  she's about to hit a growth spurt, and i have to say - when clothes stop fitting her in the enxt few days, i may cry a little bit.  or be very excited.  i haven't decided yet.

explain to me how people see a baby dressed in pink (with bows and ribbons) and ask if it's a boy.  "yes, it is!  we're trying to scar him terrribly by dressing him like this now, taking pictures, and then showing them to all prospective dates in the future..."

i love this child so much it's scary.  i even yelled at avraham this morning when he shushed her when she was crying.  um, yeah.  not so nice of me.  but then, i'm the one who'd been up since 12:30 last night with her, so when he was woken up by her crying for two seconds cause she was hungry, i was a little annoyed that she got shushed.  note to self - must not bite husband.