Rylie is 3 months old this week (Tuesday, actually..at 9:05am…when all the pain stopped, but we don’t have to dwell on the past). Oh, how we love our little girl!!! She is hysterical with her sideways grins and sweet babbling. She hates hates hates-the-way-I-hate-whistling the car but is slowly growing out of it. Our trip to Target today (nothing says Valentine’s Day like Tar-shay!) showed marked improvement in tolerable decibel levels. She loves loves loves to sleep and is a dream to put down for a nap…I hope that never changes (if she’s anything like her parents, she will always always love to sleep). My guess is she’s a petite 11 pounds…but freakishly strong and otherwise right on track for becoming a Nobel Peace Prize winner at the age of 6. Thank you for loving our little Peanut!
I made Ry a present to celebrate the occasion- I mean, you’re only 3 months old once, eh? The first one always comes out a little wonky (I’m not thrilled with her face- faces are hard)…but allow me to introduce you to Violet the Bunny. She was made from scraps…and her tail is actually a little flower I embroidered on her bum. Whaddya think? A winner with a few adjustments? I’d love to custom this and eventually sell it in my shop with some cat and bear friends.
Kids are a miracle…and not just because they start out as you-know-what and become this thing and then grow into this blob and then squeeze out of inappropriate places…no. Not just because of that. More so because God allows us to do the impossible.
or, as my husband put it the other night:
“Isn’t it amazing…we made that! She’s incredible!”
“She is. You’re right.”
“I mean, it’s not like either one of us is all that great looking, either! She’s beautiful!”
*sigh* I know what he meant. I know what he means. He’s a wonderful man…the best, I’d argue.
I get to kill him first.
I’m still trying to picture all of us with our “desired” names/nickames…and am laughing so hard! Y’all crack me up.