The four-month sleep regression snuck in through the back door last week. Two nights of no sleep for me and James was avoiding eye contact and backing away slowly any time I rage-stomped into a room. He's a smart man; his survival skills are on point.
Read MoreDear Nora: You haven't figure it out yet, but your Mama is sort of a hot mess. I wrote you a one-month letter and then I blinked and now it's today and you're four months old and all I have to show for it are 14 arm rolls (we count them almost daily) and four knee dimples and 47,823 photographs of you.
Read MoreDear Nora... A letter to Miss Nora about her first month of life, with photos.
Read MoreMotherhood fits me just fine. And unlike most Real Life Situations where I find at least 80% of my anxieties to have been well-founded, I can say with all honesty that it's all come together here quite seamlessly.
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