Today I printed out a birth plan. The same one used for Eliza. It was surreal.
Yesterday I folded tiny onesies, next to 18 month shirts and pants, next to a pile of hello kitty underwear, and I realized I will be folding laundry for the rest of my life. And it was good.
After a first attempt, which apparently resulted in a weird smile, Avery had to do retakes. And then this came out. I was not prepared to pick them up last week. How can anyone prepare themselves for their baby's first school picture?
I say school, but it's like 9 hours a week, but it counts.
I'm a fan. She has the cutest head, and I'm obsessed with her ears.