Your Daily Baby Fix, Version: 7 weeks old.

Little Miss has officially been out and part of this world for the past seven weeks. Where has the time gone? It seems to be going by so quickly yet it also seems like she’s been with us for a lot longer than seven weeks.

Which, technically, she was with us for the past nine months before November 18th but we weren’t able to kiss her chubby cheeks, marvel at her man-strength farts, watch her smile, or have her spit up all over the crotch of a pair of pants, forcing whichever of us was subject to the puke to change before we go out in public.

She smiles quite a bit now, as you can see if a few of the pictures I’ve posted in the past week. She is also “talking” up a storm though it sounds more like: squawk, squawk, squealllll, squeak, squeaker-squeak, eeeeeeeeee, sneeze, snort, squawk-squawk.

When she’s being a crankybear her Dad can make her dance and she’ll almost immediately stop being vocal about whatever was bugging her. This past week they’ve been doing the macarena (however you spell that). It isn't as amusing to her when I try to do it.

Well now that whatever small bug was inhibiting me from making an entry earlier is now fixed, Dan has finally arrived home so whatever else I was planning on saying, I'm going to cut it short.

Happy seven weeks, Evelyn! Almost two whole months old!