Our little munchkin joined us on July 27, 2013.

As of 12/10/2013: She is a 4-month-old smiley, adorable, drooling little bug who probably has some teeth incoming imminently. She squirms when she farts, talks to the ceilling fan, and likes to communicate with Mommy best by saying “Who! Who!” or blowing raspberries. She tries to stick anything she can get her hands on into her mouth, though she hasn’t quite found her feet yet. She’s getting great at tummy time but hasn’t rolled… unless it’s a slight roll to plant herself on Mommy’s boob while we’re lying down. She is beautiful when she sleeps, adorable when she’s awake, and makes my heart soar when she smiles or – ever so rarely! — laughs. She is the sweetest little lady anywhere around, and Mommy doesn’t even mind cleaning up her poop. Because it’s Nubbin Poop, not Stranger Poop. And anything The Nubbin does is adorable. (Except poop. I might be stretching the truth there. Let’s say Nubbin Poop is tolerable rather than adorable.)