- Anyone that comes into our house immediately has to use hand sanitizer, even if Heather is upstairs in her crib. You never know when some kind of airborne germ might find its way up the stairs and into the nursery, you know?
- If Heather nurses even 2-3 minutes less than normal, I have to fight down feelings of panic, since I'm absolutely certain that this must mean that she's becoming malnourished, and will bear the scars of that for the rest of her life.
- When Eric rolls over in bed, I wake up absolutely confused, because I've been dreaming that it was Heather and not Eric that's been sleeping by me, and I can't figure out how she grew so big (and so much facial hair) so quickly.
- A few years ago, when one of my nephews was born, he had kind of big eyes, and it was during the Lord of the Rings era. I adored this particular nephew, but he did look a little bit funny to me. So, I gently teased my sister that he looked a little bit like "Golum" from that movie. With my new perspective, I now see that my sister is an absolute saint. If anyone were to call my baby "Golum" or any other name that was the least bit deragotory, even in jest, I would probably deck them (and I've never decked anyone before).
And finally . . .
- I took 52 pictures of Heather this morning, because I've noticed that she keeps her eyes open much more often recently. Here are a few of them.
(Again--if you're suffering from Heather overload, feel free to tune out for a while. I'll probably stop posting so much about her in a bit, say when she turns 13 or so.)