We've truly been blessed.

The baby is stunningly beautiful - at least, that's what I'm told by everyone who sees her - so clearly, it's not just me. And no, I don't have to ask for compliments; seriously, if you need ask if your child is beautiful?

The answer is no.

So here we are, two weeks out, and so far? Having GiGi is a breeze compared to Fox. She sleeps. Eats. Goes back to sleep. Okay, sure, she's five (or is it six?) weeks early, but still. Fox couldn't sit still long enough to check out the back of his eyeballs from day one, so this whole napping concept?

I think I'm in love.

I'm also quite fond of the teeny tiny clothes, which she will not grow out of anytime soon - when you arrive into this world at less than a 5 pound bag of flour, all those "normal" sized clothes are a thing of months from now. Cute jammies? Maybe Christmas time,they'll fit her. He feet are so small, my fingers are longer, and I'm pretty certain she has more hair on her head than I have.

She for damn sure has more hair on her back than I do. (ps. I have a hairless back, thank you for asking). It's to help keep her toasty warm....which it does not do on it's own. Hence the multi-layered look she's sporting in the dead heat of summer. Complete with hat. That sadly, covers her hair. I suppose, that's okay, since it's not long enough yet for hair bows. J and I did agree that she wouldn't wear any of those headbands - regardless of how big the bow, how much I might have loved them on her - so long as there were no monkey clothes. None of that sock monkey nonsense for my little princess.

Okay.

So I admit.

She's not totally princess material. She eats like she's slurping out of a trough, burps like a frat boy doing keg stands, and farts like ..... nothing I've ever heard coming out of a being so small she fits nearly in one hand. I'm kind of surprised her colon hasn't flown out on the backside of some of the wind she breaks.

I'm pretty sure she gets those attributes from J.

Certainly not from me.

I suppose, I can teach her to not do all those ghastly behaviors when she's older. Yeah, I can give on that now, so long as maybe, just maybe, she gets my teeth.

Which, with my luck, she'll push aside her gorgeous hair, whip out a perfect smile, and belch, like a sailor on shore leave.