Though Baby G is even now so much bigger than when these pictures were taken, she still has this preferred sleeping position. I'm sure that this position is similar to the one that she had when she was in utero. It's still in her eyes, this longing for the swishy warm place beyond wants; wanting a clean diaper, to nurse, to hear the crashing of my heartbeat.
Who can blame her? Bug has never seen something so much smaller than himself and he's unsure of what to do with her. He can't squeeze her like his main squeeze Lucy. He can't play trucks with her. He's resigned himself to blowing raspberries on her toes, parking his trucks into her tummy to adults' disapproval and placing stickers all over her while she nurses. Baby G and I are sitting ducks.
But, I'm glad she's out for more reasons than one. The latest reason I'm glad she's here is that we have loads of visitors. Please come see us as often as you wish. This new face on the block is growing faster than your heart can skip a beat and the Bug needs some lovin' too.