I'm so confused. Speaking of old news, remember this sweet face?
She was born March 20 and she no longer exists. She's been eaten. By this pudge:
Where did my little baby go?
Three kids into this parenthood thing, and it still shocks me how this happens. The only resemblance I see to the newborn that she ate is the (lack of) hair. It's technically there; it's just so blond you can't see it.
A lot of bloggers give all the stats and stuff with each month, but I'll not bore you too much. She's big. 15-16 pounds, maybe? She eats food like pears and sweet potatoes. She likes it so much that she cries when the bowl is empty. She sits up too and all of a sudden has a new personality since she can control her environment a bit more.
Unfortunately, she has also decided that I am boring. Since there is way too much to look at and explore, cuddling with me is not high on her list of priorities.
I love those chunky thighs and cheeks. Who wouldn't???
I'm simultaneously proud that I could have grown such a plump person on breast milk, yet grieving over the fact that I have piles of adorable clothes that she just blew through.
Don't even talk to me about the next six months. I don't want to hear about it!