Friday, January 13, 2012

8 weeks old.


You're such a sweet pink baby girl.
This morning you were squirmy probably from gas. I held you to my chest and rocked you as the snow fell outside on this frigid January day.
Now you're sleeping peacefully in your swing. The rhythmic sound of it swaying you is about to put me to sleep too.
Sweet dreams,

1 comment:

The W.O.W. factor! said...

What sweet words you write to your children! What a sweet Mama you are! Love the pix of Wren too!