Our baby girl turned 8 weeks old yesterday.
People say she’s tiny, but she’s already grown so much to me.
I tried to capture her in all her little 8 week oldness. She’s changing so much, so quickly.
Her daddy’s in love with her side profile. And all the rest of her too.
I’m in love with her eyelashes. And all the rest of her too.
A friend said it best. “We couldn’t have ordered one better.”
Thank you God for our Emma Kate. All of her.
Eat, sleep, poop, repeat.
Our days zoom past.
Eat, sleep, poop, repeat.
And I’m not just talking about EK either.
Eat, sleep, poop, repeat.
Sometimes in addition to the aforementioned, we take pictures.
And on occasion, I’ll get a request from a family member for more pictures of EK.
They pretty much all look the same. EK is either sleeping or awake.
This past weekend my niece, Ash, decided to play photographer. Inspired by my friend Lacee who recently crammed my baby in a bucket and took some amazing pictures, Ash tried to reenact the same look, with some decent results like the one below.
I must go now.
One of us needs to eat, sleep, or poop.
And I’m not saying who.
Angel Wheeler 