Babies, man.

This photo of Polly at 10 days old. Loving the crossed eyes. She looks SO new here.

Her siblings think she's basically a giant doll and they treat her as such. I really can't blame them. She's very tolerant of their playful attentions.

This week my goal is to get out my real camera so I can attempt to capture what Polly really looks like. I need a faster shutter speed so that every photo isn't a blur. Although blurry photos are a suitable representation of my life right now, since it's pretty much whizzing by me. "They" say the days are long and the years are short but right now everything seems short. One day she's a cross-eyed wrinkly little lump and the next day she's smiling and holding up her own head. Maybe tomorrow she'll be crawling.