Ramblings of the Mildly Insane

It hardly seems like Christmas Eve…it feels more like Christmas.

But, anyhoo, this will be short because I still need to finish up a gift and get the rest of them wrapped. Bad Teli, I know.

Happy New Year!!

1. Babies squirm. A lot.
2. Don’t let their small size deceive you, when a baby’s butt explodes, you better have a gas mask. A shovel will also come in handy.
3. Babies know when they’re leaving you a present and they will laugh at you.
4. Pushing a stroller and shopping cart simultaneously is a good skill to have.
5. Having a baby (especially a young one) entitles you to cuts in line.
6. Bonus: babies love kisses.

I’ve been holding on to this bit of news for a while, but I can’t any longer.

Behold, the cuteness that is my baby. (And when I say my baby, I mean my sister’s baby ).

(In her basinet, 23 days old.)

She is a little, precious bundle of joy and poop, cries and gurgly noises (Chrissie and Belle were lucky enough to experience it first hand via conference call).

I’m still trying to figure out the poopie part because all she does is drink milk and water. Liquid stuff. How in the world does liquid go in and so much solid scary stuff come out? It makes no sense.

(Now 26 days old, yawning after leaving me a present in her diaper. )

I’ve come to the following conclusion: Babies should come with an instruction manual. Seriously.

Funny thing, though. Even when she’s pooping, crying, gurgling, or just taking it all in , she’s still pretty darn cute. I think I’ll keep her.

(Breanna explores the world. From the couch.)