Now back to our previously scheduled blathering about how sweet the baby is-- because there's a 7-week-old in the house, and that's what this blog should be all about!
How in the world can this be my last experience with a 7-week-old? She has barely ever slept anywhere but in my arms because I don't want to put her down and miss a single second. I drag her everywhere like she's my blanky.
Tomorrow, Harry has his 7th echocardiogram in 10 days. I'll keep you posted.