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 ).

Breanna Asleep
(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.

Breanna Yawning
(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 exploring the world
(Breanna explores the world. From the couch.)