Five Weeks Old

We have traded in the Glo Worm for this Mr. Grinch, who is a little taller. He (and his story) are a gift that (Rs) Grandma Ruby prepared for her great-grandchild years ago. Wish she were still here to meet our girl!

Not so sure about that crazy green thing. But I do love my headband. Thanks, Auntie Kim!

Still a bit stressed out about the Grinch. She calms down a lot more easily than her mama does. Thank goodness.

She got a big kick out of pat-a-cake today. I couldn't decide which of these was cuter, so you get to see both.

Such precious little details.

And, I have a reason to be thankful for my ridiculously old, ill-fitting sweats. Last night, the Babers peed my pants.