Just playing around with a new lens. Guess who’s eye this is? You’ll never guess! I know, I know, it’s such a mystery. You’re sitting there in your computer chair, dying, just squirming with anticipation waiting to find out who the subject is in this photo.
Hint: It’s not Justin. Or Turk.
Tricky.
I know I haven’t been around much. I’ve been extremely busy with work stuff but nothing too thrilling to report to the masses I suppose. The baby in this house (I know, it could be anyone’s guess who I’m referring to here) has decided to quit sleeping through the night. She’ll sleep through one feeding (the one that happens before I typically even go to sleep) so I’m back to those exciting 3AM feedings.
Good thing she’s cute, especially since she’s been having a higher than normal blow-out diaper rate. It might be time to move up sizes on diapers but I’m procrastinating because I need to buy new supplies in medium. Guess I’d better get on that. One of these days she just ain’t gonna fit and that day will not be fun if I’m not prepared.
(P.S. No retouching on that photo. Her cheeks really are that soft and smooth. Mmm, so kissable.)
Sigh. I’m so in love with this baby, so in love with this lens… In fact you might just want to stay away from me for a while or I might just fall in love with you too. I’m very vulnerable right now.
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well while we’re all so in touch with our emotions… i’m just going to say it. i REALLy miss you! :) glad you’re loving this baby and this whole being a mom thing. she’s so stinkin’ cute, how could you not??? so i was in malcolm’s car the other day and of course he had a yellow scented tree hanging from his rear view mirror. LOL. yep, i told him someday i might tell him a story about that tree, but for now, he’ll have to wait!
Natalie! Love the comment. I miss you SO MUCH too. Those dang scented trees will never be the same again. Hahahaha! Yeah, you might want to give Malcolm some time before you introduce him to the back story on those.
Love the picture of Justin. Husbands are always left out . . .