One Month Old

One month has gone by. The first two weeks crazy, the second two weeks realizing we have another extremely fussy baby. Here's hope for the next month to bring peace, quiet and more sleep. And despite the misery, she is cuter every day, her hair looks more red every day, I love her more each day, and I just shrug my shoulders and take things one day at a time . . . and thank God for each precious day, good or bad.

Here she is checking out the mobile over her crib on her one month birthday: