... you realize you're about to take a long, delicious sip from your daughter's bottle.
... you peek over the edge of your daughter's crib, praying to see a peacefully sleeping infant, and all you see are those big, wide-awake, terrifying eyes. Watching their prey. *music from Psycho*
... you realize why your daughter is so easily calmed when you sway her from side to side while she stares at her favorite lamp -- you are hypnotizing her.
... you also realize that she smiles at the aforementioned lamp far more than she smiles at you.
... you have to choose between eating and sleeping.
... you find yourself in tears while listening to the soundtrack of Disney's Tarzan. This song has taken on a whole new meaning to me. *sob*
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| Ella and my slightly reluctant younger brother Matthew. She loved every second. |
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| Me at birth. Oh, that forehead.... |



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