Dear Corrie slept last night. Not all the way through, but enough that I don’t have clear memories of what happened last night, which is a very good thing! Here are a few views of the little lady at one week old:
milk drunk
a bouquet of little toeses
Why do they keep talking to me when they could be feeding me?
Happy birthday week, sweet Corrie! We’re so glad you’re here.
And today we celebrate...