Cool

It only occurred to me today that trying to take a picture of Harlow with my camera phone while she was nursing because I thought from that angle she looked like my mom - and then sent it to her - might be kind of weird.

Today, from a similar angle, I thought she resembled Sam Eagle. Didn't get a pic of that one.

Milestone recaps of the week:

Murphy made her giggle for like five minutes straight. I don't know how rushing up to her car seat and taking off again was comedy gold, but he made her laugh. So he gets to stay.
She has discovered her feet. She seems to think they will taste good.
She rolled over from back to front, which isn't exactly new, but this time she actually pushed herself up into her tummy time position.
She was called a boy only 37 times this week, down from the average 59 or so.
Someone called me a cool mom. It's kindof my own milestone. I didn't think you could really qualify as one until word got out that you let your kid sip some wine with dinner or that you stock the pantry with contraband sugary cereal. Not sure if I really did anything to warrant such praise, but I'm taking it.