... is just how wiggly a real baby can be. And how they seem to have many more arms and legs when you try to change their diaper (even though the arms, legs, toes and fingers were counted within seconds of birth). Baby dolls also don't prepare you for what you find inside the diaper once you open it....but she's proven a willing mommy-in-training nonetheless.
The willingness could have something to do with getting to hold a sweet, dry, and thankful baby afterward. Yes, that's it, I believe. Real babies are totally the best.
Very busy in the studio this week, and Roman watches all from his swing, his bouncy seat, or the breast....which I can now manage with a laptop at the end of my lap and I'm mastering my one-handed typing. As long as he's not set on maximum wiggle mode.
Oh, and speaking of baby, baby, we can't get enough of Pandora with Patsy Cline set in the search field. So, so good, and nostalgic, and almost summery too I think. Maybe just cause its all so southern and sweet and heartach-y.
xoxo, Anna