Maybe I shouldn't, but sometimes I like to just watch her cry. Infants have impressive lungs, and when they cry it seems to me I can see this big spirit stuck and straining in a tiny body. It weirdly reminds me how fresh she is from Heaven and the precious responsibility I have. Unless its 3 in the morning...then Heaven doesn't really cross my mind.
Asher recently discovered he gets lots of hugs when he finds his nose.
His new "that was so hilarious I'm going to raise and flare everything on my face" look.
He didn't want in a picture until we told him to stay out.
Got in but can't get out. Muahahaha
She found my favorite place and person to cuddle.
Then there is this which sums it up. All of these happened to me today, except being peed on, missed that one, and I got bit on the face instead of while nursing :)
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