08 March 2013


She falls asleep on the boob and giggles in her sleep.

So cute it's like someone punched through your chest wall and very lightly yet firmly wrapped a hand around your heart and gave the briefest of threatening squeezes.

I giggle at her infant hair loss. She's losing it in a reverse monk's tonsure, leaving a little baby toupee on top. I remain firmly convinced that all babies go through a a phase where if you painted some black under their nose, it's like Anne Gedes meets Baby Hitler...

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