 Just moments ago you were one week old, sitting in a puddle of pee.  Now you are one month old, farting up a storm. Mom and Dad couldn't be happier.   Mabel outgrew her first item of clothing yesterday - her going-home outfit from the hospital. And mama nearly burst into tears. With each passing day mama's mind works something like this: "Oh I'm so happy she's eating well and growing" "Wait don't grow too fast" "Don't listen to her, keep eating baby" "No stay tiny and needy" "Shush and let me nurse in peace" |
