Susannah smells like a boiled egg. Even when her diaper is clean.
There simply is no more delicious sight then a freshly nursed baby, red-faced and cheek-creased, stretching with their butt in the air.
I love babies. I don't like being pregnant. I need a surrogate.
Nursing is a full time job with my babies. This is the third one that doesn't want to gain weight the way she should. Maybe I should stop worrying and just accept that they like to do it slowly. Maybe three makes a pattern.
I love little girls. I love my little girls in particular. I love Susannah especially, right now. Her breath smells like an angel.
