one month in.

one month in:

• Annie sleeps mostly through the night. I get up once, between 12 and 2. Annie- you rock, little one.
  
• She smiles, mostly still unknowingly, but cute nonetheless.
  
• We often walk by her, sleeping, and say- Annie is the cutest baby ever.
  
• Her hair is amazing. Rock stars use some serious product to get their hair to stand the way hers does. I love it. And it only keeps getting more amazing and rock star-ish.
  
• She has the brightest eyes. Babies take some time to wake up- but she has been bright eyed from her first few days of life. She gazes in what seems like wonderment, whenever she is awake.
  
• Josh wants to call her Scout- she has that look about her.
  
• She may look like Josh, but she got her mama's lungs. She can wail. Spirited, I say.
  
• And the cheeks, I mean- I just can't get enough of them.
  

me, a month in:

• Getting stronger. Starting to feel like me again.
  
• Tired, but not as tired as I thought I would be.
  
• Watching lots of  "The Office" with Josh- We're halfway through Season 2. Love me some Dwight.
  
• Lots of internet engagement. I'll be glad when the weather warms up and we can get outside. I need some distance from Facebook:)
  
• Eating way too many sweets. Last week, I declared it was "making up for lost time week"- I decided I would let myself indulge in all the sweets that had invaded my house without guilt- given I did not have one decent craving my entire pregnancy. I thoroughly enjoyed every bite- but now I have to detox, and well, that's no fun. I have eaten a lot of salad the past few days (and the rest of the cookies:)
  
• I am seriously considering not buying the converter box for our TV. I have had the TV off for several days, and it's been nice. Josh and I do so much from our laptops- even the few TV shows I watch, I watch on the internet. I had enough morning TV to last me a decade during this pregnancy, and it's just the same crap over and over again, so I think I may be done. At least for now.
  
• And drumroll...we were back in church this week. It was bittersweet. We are in such an in between place with "church"- this is a move almost in the complete opposite direction we are moving (in the suburbs, low liturgy, little to no observance of the Church Calendar); but there is a community of folks in our area- who are wanting to live in "community" with each other- and we need that and know how essential that is to our basic spiritual life. I don't understand it, but this is where are being led, at least for now, and I am just trying to have a heart that is yielding and not stubborn.