Abrielle is one month old as of this past Sunday.
This seems cruel to me. My baby girl is supposed to still be a little newborn baby. Not a one-month old that can hold her head so well. Not a sweet little smiler who has been smiling now for the past few days. I'm totally enjoying it though.
Abrie's been making it a pattern these days to wake up around 1:30-1:45am for her first night feeding and then not wanting to go back to bed in her crib. It's been taking until past 3:30am or so to get her back to sleep, which can be quite draining without Dan, but she's such an incredibly sweet little girl that it is all worth it.
My little Breezer is growing like a weed. My sweet little lady. I love her so very much.