My sweet baby girl was born one week ago today. Where does the time go? I feel like she’s already grown and changed, and it’s only been seven days. I am not going to lie—I am one tired lady. It’s hard to find time to eat, to shower, to sleep, to do all the things I used to do. But I love taking care of her and it’s been a fantastic week. Andrew is also doing so well as a poppa and is being very helpful.

Rosemary spent the day being extremely fussy…but in an irresistibly cute way. I think she’s getting the hang of nursing (she has a technique we refer to as “glugging,” and she also snorts a bit). She falls asleep while attached to me. She had another bath last night and didn’t scream the at all. She likes to stare at our faces and the dog. She likes it when Andrew walks around with her in his arms, bouncing and singing funny songs.

This is her snoozing in the new moses basket my grandpa and parents got us. On to Rosemary’s second week of life!