Hey, baby girl. You're a few days shy of 12 weeks which was one of my favorite ages with your brother. The instant smiles are as good as any drug on the street. I think you're going to be my chatty girl with the way you coo and sing at me.
I love your sweet little toes and the way you grab my hand and hold on tight when I tuck your pacifier back in.
The jury is still out but I think those eyes of yours that look so much like Grandma Mary's are going to be brown like the rest of us girls. No matter the color you are going to stop 'em dead in their tracks.
All my love,