The first week of the rest of our lives...

As of tomorrow, our little baby Geneva will be a week old. I'm already finding it difficult to remember what life was like before she was here! What did I do with my time before I had this beautiful creature to stare at, to feed and to cuddle? She has been so sweet and lovable, not fussy or nervous or anything. We're still getting to know her, but so far she loves sucking on her hands, reading stories with Daddy in the rocking chair, and listening to Bruce Springsteen. She hated her first bath but kind of liked her second. She can fit into her cloth diapers but not her diaper covers, so she only gets to wear those when she's home and we can keep an eye on any leaky situations. She sleeps most in the early hours of the morning, right about the time the birds start chirping, so that's when I get most of my sleep too. She makes a really spectacular grumpy face, but she's still the most gorgeous little girl I have ever, ever seen, and I love her to pieces.