It’s hard to believe Lucille is already two months old. In a phrase, it’s been the slowest of whirlwinds. Involving a good amount of trial and error. And thank goodness, as Heather so helpfully reminded me a few nights ago, she won’t remember that I had the bath water too warm or didn’t burp her quite long enough those twenty times. I’m slowly learning her, and ever so slowly starting to trust myself. And the smiling, oh the smiling at nine weeks is melting my heart.