Baby Baby Baby

I am pleased to announce that things finally seem to be getting back to normal.  Normal plus a little stinker, which actually makes things better than normal.  I'm exhausted, I'm recovering from surgery and other challenges, but life finally feels like it is my own again.  It's almost 1pm and I'm just having my breakfast.  In an effort to be a good stay-at-home mom, I did the dishes, put in a load of laundry, and fed the baby before eating anything or getting dressed.  It wasn't intentional, though... I just forgot about eating and wasn't planning to get dressed.

Strangers who see the baby for the first time are always unsure if she's a girl or a boy.  Even when she's wearing pink, they ask if it's a girl.  And when she's wearing gender neutral clothes, they assume she's a boy.  Maybe it's the hair?

I'm thirsty.  Let's go find some juice. ... I opened the fridge and didn't see any easily accessible juice, so I opted for water instead (which I had poured earlier).

And now she is no longer content in her swing, so I need to go entertain.