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S'posed to Be

Maybe it's up with the stars,
maybe it's under the sea,
maybe it's not very far;
maybe this is how it's s'posed to be.
--from Supposed to Be by Jack Johnson

Born June 12 at 2:52am, 7lbs 6oz and 20.5" long --- Brooklyn Elisabeth Burch. She obligingly arrived before having to be induced (still a week late, but on her own terms, which is what I wanted) and with minimal fuss, all things considered.

She's spent the first week of her life being spontaneously adorable (which makes her rather hard to put down)...

...and so she isn't put down very often. :) The best place for naps is in Daddy's arms - and he's delighted to let his tiny princess sleep there whenever she wants to.

She's also modeled, and was very sweet about it (it was a little exciting, the picture-taking thing, but there's nothing wrong with slightly blurry hands when they're happy blurry hands).

Dash of Spice was designed just for her, and though it's a little big right now, she'll grow into it (which is better, anyway) and I may be addicted to knitting baby clothes now. They go so quickly! and they're so cute! (the clothes - or it might be the fact that it's been put on a baby that makes it cute...)

The past week has been both sanctifying and an adventure, but all told she's very good, and we're beginning to get used to each other (that is, she's getting us trained ;)

It's kind of hard to believe that she's already a week old... it feels like less, but she's grown and changed so much that it also feels like we've had her forever.


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This year I'm diving into my greatest passion: knitting! I'll spend this month looking at past designs and talking about the inspiration behind them, so there will be plenty of regular life mixed in with the stitching - and there may be discount codes for the patterns that I write about. You'll just have to read and see!

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