rockstar baby

Some gorgeous friends gave Milla a little set of pink angel wings on a metallic-like singlet. I LOVE it.  Matched up with her spiky hair – she’s a little rockstar!

She is 7 weeks tomorrow.  Time is flying.  She is sleeping around 6-8 hours a night – so I am starting to feel vaguely normal when I wake up.  that normal feeling lasts around….. umm….. 5 minutes – until I get going and realise I have to feed, dress, beautify, clean, neaten, brush, love, cuddle and kiss a small army out the door by 8:20am.  No mean feat!  Unfortunately my little tribe have not started to salute me as yet.  I am working on it!

As far as milestones go – I have no idea if Milla is hitting any.  She is a champion burper – if she doesn’t burp – she’ll let me know about it by letting out blood-curdling yells until she is vertical in my arms, at which point she lets out a belch that would put her father to shame – after which she will happily go back to sleep. She has smiled a few times – not too often – I think she saves them for when Wilbur wiggles his head from side to side with a massive grin on his face for her!