I can't believe my baby has passed the two-month
mark. Hazel is growing so fast. Ten pounds! I don't care that some peoples' babies are born
this size—to me she is a giant.
I sure love this little blueberry pie—so much
that I’m always calling her by the names of my favorite treats and snacks and
things, but she’s so much better than all of those combined. I love to smell
her sweet little head and I love the way she smiles and giggles for me and I
love holding her. She scrunches her little legs up and snuggles up with her
little tiny bum sticking out. She better always want to cuddle me. If she
doesn’t want to, too bad, because I will make her cuddle me all our lives anyway,
so she might as well enjoy it.
One of these days I'll write a little more about her and the things we've been up to.
