Yesterday we took Annabelle to church for the first time. 

I put her in her homecoming dress because it’s so adorable and I want to get every wear out of it that I can. I didn’t realize her headband was too tight until it came off while nursing and I saw a little red indentation on her head. Mother of the year over here putting fashion before comfort. 
By some Sunday miracle we arrived 15 minutes early. The first time we went anywhere with the baby was to a doctors appointment the day after we got home from the hospital and we arrived no less than 38 minutes late. I was so humiliated and have been trying to redeem us ever since. She slept through Sunday school and hiccuped and sneezed through the entire service. She’s always so delicate! 

We’ve suddenly become popular with the ladies at church. I always like to see/hold people’s babies and am always annoyed saddened when they don’t immediately hand the baby over for me to hold. I know others might feel the same way which is why I’ve been become surprisingly quick to hand my baby over to clean and responsible humans. Not to mention that most people said I’d never let anyone else hold Sesame and I’m out to prove them wrong.


As if one big event wasn’t enough for the week, today was the first day Annabelle and I were home all day without Christopher. Looks like she’s tired of spending the whole day alone with me already.