more of the munchkin

(she's already choosing good literature just like her momma)

Saying we're obsessed with our wee one just wouldn't cover it. If we're friends on Facebook, you've probably blocked me on your news feed because I can't stop taking pictures of her and posting them. Having a newborn in the house is fantastic. Lily never cries unless something is seriously wrong: diaper changes, needing to eat, zombie apocalypse, etc. We're still holding our breaths, waiting for her to turn into the terror child that all of the other parents have been telling us we're going to have. "Get sleep now because soon you're not going to be getting any" they said. Then she sleeps eight hours and we have to wake her up to feed her. Not that I'm complaining, but I was kind of looking forward to the new parent suffering stage so that I could act like a veteran when other people are talking about their newborns. 

Right now Lily's party tricks include:

nursing (we're going to enter her in a gallon challenge contest)

pooping explosively

sneezing and tooting at the same time (we'll work on becoming a lady later)

hiccuping

peering around the room with a very concerned look on her face (she can probably sense the nargles)

eating blankets

peeing on Paul

On that note, here is a video of her hiccuping just like she did in my belly.