Over the Moon...

Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars

Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, baby kiss me

(Come on people, channel your inner Sinatra--sing out loud with me--no one is listening)

Boy oh boy am I ever in love with this new little baby. I've gone off my rocker with newborn-baby-love.

I love her floppy, little body.

I love her curved legs and bitty feet.

I love the harmless sound of her cry.

I love that "choo-choo-choo" sound she makes when she is eating.

I love the twisted look she employs when she is dropping a load in her diaper.

I love the sound of her sneeze.

I love the texture of her cheeks--all of her cheeks.

I love that a second edition of her chin has already been published.

I love it all...

I spend a lot of time staring at her perfect little face and taking pictures of her when she is sleeping (I have about a thousand and she is a week old). I know, I know, every parent on the planet thinks their baby is ultra-cute and uber-perfect--the difference here is--I am right.

I spend a lot of time with my face buried down in her neck and cheeks inhaling that newborn baby smell--deeply. I love the smell of newborn babies. Since it has been over three years since I've had a newborn of my own I've been making up for serious lost time. Sure, I've been able to hold a baby every once in a while--but even the kindest of friends give you a weird glance when you put your face down in their baby's personal space and start huffing like a drug addict. (I've been given that look before) You can kiss a baby on the top of the head but you cross a line with rubbing your nose in the crook of another baby's neck...

When Adell sleeps for a while--or some one else is holding her--I get jealous. (Really, I do.) I miss her and I want her back. Although, I'd rather have some one holding her than put her down in her crib or car seat. It is like she is a precious natural resource--like water--if I am not going to soak her up some one should. Maybe if I put her down by our house plant I'd feel better.

I know she isn't going to stay this little forever--or even very long. Ugh!

We are half way through the two-week-honeymoon period. She is going to wake up for longer periods of time soon. Eventually, latching her on for a little feed wont be the easy fix...she'll have other needs that we will have to figure out. But for now, she is happy and I am so, so, so happy.

Adell had her one week check-up today. She is almost a pound up from birth weight. (way to grow Adell!)

Now, if you'll excuse me...I haven't huffed newborn baby in almost twenty minutes and I am getting the shakes.