Worries

I have become one of those mothers that I always made fun of.  I worry about everything – bugs in the grass, is she too hot, too cold, are those bumps normal…I worry because this is the first time that I have ever felt so venerable.  If anything happed to Ilya, I don’t know what I would do.

She is officially 4 weeks old now and just about as perfect as she can be.  Her aunt Anna is visiting this week and we are figuring out how to function without grandmother Susie here.  We managed to cook dinner last night. Little steps.

We went out with Vanessa and Manny today.  Ilya was a perfect angel as usual.  She slept the entire time and then proceeded to sleep through our after lunch walk.  Did I luck out in the kid department or what 🙂