Drunk Baby

The above is a picture of my satisfied daughter after being fed. I call it "drunk baby." She looks completely intoxicated after being fed and it really cracks me up. After all the questions I've asked about whether or not my milk is being produced properly or ir I am doing this correctly, this face answers my concern. Well, that and the million messy diapers I change at all hours of the day and night.

It is nice to be needed and be able to somewhat easily satisfy what she needs most. Although I joke that she thinks of me as the food bank and does not like for me to be too far out of reach. If she gets the notion that I am napping in a room she does not occupy we hear the blood curtling screams until she can be consoled to know that the food bank has not drifted too far away. Doesn't leave much time for me to rest but oh well, we can sleep later...

Today it is pretty gloomy out and raining. I was planning to take her on another mall walk but ended up with an out of town friend stopping by to say hello. They currently live in North Carolina but will be moving to Atlanta in the coming months and expect their daughter to be here early December. We are excited to have more friends for us and for Abney moving to town. And while my schedule may have been thrown off a little we always welcome guests so we can share our little joy with as many people as possible. Plus, after running errands most of the day yesterday with Ben it is kind of nice to have a lazy rainy day at home. Now I just have to take advantage of the opportunity to nap!