Right now Ruby loves: looking at our faces, her binky, the SwaddleMe that her aunt Katy gave us, being in her carseat, going on walks, and spitting up all over us a couple times a day. She has a darling smile and is growing really fast--probably because this girl loves to eat--all the time. Kyle calls her "Ruby" and "girl". I always call her "girlfriend." I don't know how that happened, but it feels the most natural. She sleeps pretty well most nights, but not enough for Kyle and me to feel like we're getting enough sleep.
Kyle and I are...well, tired. But we're not zombies at least. Definitely still in the adjustment phase, but we have fun going on walks and playing with Ruby. Kyle sings her some pretty great songs (his poop version of "Under Pressure" is almost as good as the original). I stick to normal lullabies like *NSYNC and Frank Sinatra. Kyle thought he would have a really hard time changing diapers, but is completely over the grossness--for which I am very grateful. Kyle is super helpful--he gets up with me in the night, and does a huge chunk of the work once he gets home from being a microbiologist. I definitely feel like taking care of Ruby is a team effort, not just MY job.
We love Ruby so freaking much it's ridiculous. It's great to be a little family.
Ignore the fact that she looks like a boy in these pictures. Usually we have her in something girlier.
Can't you tell she REALLY wanted to give me a hug?
You don't make this move unless you be DANCIN'
And now, why I love her funny face:
She cracks me up.