So today we've had Reagan for one month. I was thinking about that tonight, getting all misty-eyed at the way our baby has grown and changed already. Thinking this is probably the last time she'll wear the purple pjs with the yellow flowers on the leg. She's so big now. She'll be a year old in a few weeks. Gulp.
And I was also thinking about us and what we've gone through in the last four weeks and mostly it comes down to goo. Pre-Reagan our goo exposure was limited. Sure other people's kids spit up on us now and then. We've seen explosive diapers and dealt with one or two of them. We're not total novices. However, when you are with a baby constantly, you're bound to be splashed in one form of goo or another on pretty much a daily basis. I have a hilarious story which my Mom says is a bit crude for the blog but when we meet in person, ask me about Reagan's hair goo, a creation of her own making.
Today we've survived a month of ick the likes of which we'd never seen before. And the crazy thing about it is that we've signed on for more. This is our world, goo and all and we just couldn't be more pleased.
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