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"