gek blah bloo No sleep. Going crazy. I feel bad for wanting her to sleep because she's so cute when she's awake, even when she's crying. But she has started to tell little stories in her strange, hacking, gurgling baby language, complete with crooked smiles and raised eyebrows and I can't sleep through that. I have to join the conversation: ("Bleh, hah"), "Uh huh", ("Gak, guk, phlat, heah"), "You don't say!" ("Goop, lek, beh"), "A nosejob! How much did she pay?" and so on. Have I noted yet that her hair is turning RED?! I don't know where the hell that came from. It is this pretty auburn color. I guess my aunt Linda had hair that color when she was younger, so maybe she got some ultra-recessive gene. It's really pretty with her dark blue eyes and her pinkie skin. Maybe it will change, though. It's pretty, but I've never known a redhead that wasn't at least a little bit nuts, or retarded, or something. Oh well, I'll love her no matter what, and she's bound to be a little off anyway with us for parents. |