Dimple-icious

I realized, as I clutched Baby C to my side last night for the last few hours of sleep, that I was holding her close for ME, not for her. The scales have tipped in favor of the "indulging the mama" side, versus "baby actually needing human contact."

She sleeps long and well in her crib. Now I just have to adjust to that.

But cripes, people! Look at that dimple! Look at how this child is filling out and turning into a legitimate little human being. If you had the opportunity to squish that infant goodness and feel her breathing and her little heartbeat, wouldn't you keep her in a sling right next to you 24 hours a day? Come on.