Happy birthday, little girl! You are now one very big month old. I can't believe that it's only been 30 days since you were born; it feels like a lifetime. That kinda makes sense, though. Since now I wake up 2 or 3 times per day instead of just once, it's like having 2 or 3 times the amount of mornings! Or something.
You've changed our lives forever, and that's becoming more and more evident every day. I can't imagine doing anything but rushing over to your crib to kiss you and pick you up when I wake up every morning. Not so much at 3:30 in the morning, though. Sorry, you're cute, but not quite that cute. I've also never had someone spit up on my face before, or intentionally caught spraying baby poop with my hand. There's always something new with you, pumpkin pie.
You don't even look the same! You've gained a ridiculous three and half pounds, and grown two full inches which puts you in the 95th and 90th percentile for weight and height for your age. The tiny infant that we first brought home from the hospital is gone. What happened to her? She was so small that the straps on the car seat were a little too big even when they were tightened as far as they'd go. We've already had to loosen them up to make room for your chubby baby belly, and we're going to have to raise the shoulder straps soon.
It's taken a month, but your old Mom and Dad are adjusting, just like you are. We've left the house on a number of occasions now, and we've gotten our getting ready to leave time down to under two hours! We can't wait to see what you'll do next, and see how you figure out how to make us fall even more in love with you. It's hard to believe that we could love you any more than we do now, but every day you seem just a little more wonderful. Thank you, baby. You're amazing.