not much going on here...

...just extreme cuteness. Every day. It's ridiculous, the cuteness. Morning, cuteness. Evening, cuteness. And sometimes fussiness. But even that's got hints of cuteness. Middle of the night, oh yes, still the cuteness. I mean seriously. Nobody told me that I was going to get socked in the head with the cuteness bug. For the love of God, the cuteness!

And can I just say that yes, I know what you're thinking. I listen to myself. I see the things that I take delight in now. I see the proud look on my face when she even takes a big poo poo. I've become one of those moms that is obsessed with their babies. I said it wouldn't happen and yet, it happened. Oh yes, it happened. I didn't mean for it to happen. But then I didn't know I was going to have such a cute baby, so you know, it was sort of inevitable. I'm guessing this obsession will one day die down. I know that I have lots of other things that interest me. And those are all still entertaining and all, but they can't hold their ground next to the craziest, most powerful force going on in this house...the CUTENESS. Poor visitors.