One Month Old

Today our Eloise is one month old.  

I continue to be constantly amazed at how well she is doing.  She is eating and sleeping well, she's peaceful and sweet and relatively easy.  It's like she just slipped into our lives and found her own little comfortable corner in which to set up her tent and roll out her sleeping bag.  And she's sitting there toasting marshmallows, watching the moon rise.   

-My little Buddha-Bunny, fitting herself under the dandelions, with a happy round belly and soft peach-colored hair-fluff, and these huge eyes that open wide like her sister's, taking in the universe.  

I love her so immensely.  I feel like I've been enjoying every single second of her-- maybe that's how it goes with the second child-- because we are so much more relaxed, and realize how temporary every stage is.  At 3am when I am sitting up in bed, feeding her, all I can think about is how lucky we are to have each other.  I'm really not trying to sound like a Christmas cheese ball.  It's just how it is.  I love her so much I almost can't take it.  

Even in the midst of an otherwise fairly hard month-- a stressful work schedule for Tyler, ups and downs with Violet transitioning to the role of "Big Sister", and a somewhat slow recovery for me, topped off with a horrendous bout of Mastitis... Eloise is like this tiny nugget of peace and joy within the center of it all.    

Happy one month birthday tiny one.  You are so very loved.