Yesterday we went to the Dr.
"She is perfect"--I like hearing that.
Sure she doesn't sleep all night, but I am okay with that.
It means she still needs me.
I hope the needing never stops.
My baby ate "real food" for the first time last night.
Papa Bear and I took turns feeding her, she didn't really know what to think...
and this was one her reactions:
This morning was a different story.
She took big bites, like she was an ol' pro.
Tears rolled down my face as my little girl ate her first big-girl-breakfast.
Someone please tell me the milestones get easier.