In our family it seems babies enter in one of two ways - with barely a ripple - adjusting to the world with apparent ease. Or with a splash - making themselves known with vigor and lots of noise. Number eight has been with us for just over two months and she falls into the splash catagory. A GIANT splash!! She is adorable of course but she is testing all my Mommy skills. Whether her poor gassy tummy is bothering her or she is tired or just generally fussy we are all getting used to the sound of a crying baby. I don't like not being able to meet the need that she is crying about - I hate not being able to fix it. God is giving me lots of grace to deal though - as I am one who will leave a store rather than listen to a crying newborn. With all the walking and pacing I do with her I have to wonder why I am not 20 pounds lighter with arms that have no jiggle!! :0) (as I am writing this big sister is holding her and she is cooing and smiling up a storm - making a liar out of me!!)
Quick - snap this picture!! So cute!!
Awww - what's wrong?