...Three Months...
Yesterday Lucy turned three months old. On this chilly, drizzly night, the torrid heat of summer seems years away, but in my heart I still feel like I just left the hospital on a sunny Sunday morning with my new little girl. Non-parents may be reading this and thinking, "Three months really isn't that long," and I would've thought the same thing pre-baby, but thirteen weeks in baby world is a big deal. In the past thirteen weeks (and, for that matter, in the eight weeks since I've last blogged about Lucy) so much change has happened in both her and me. I'll get to all the fun baby milestones soon enough, but for now I'd like to wax prosaic on the biggest and most sudden change in my life since the day in sixth grade when I woke up and suddenly found myself with boobs and birthing hips. I'll start by saying this: I like to groove. Yes, anyone who's seen my face-melting dance moves knows this, but I am referring to having a groove, not busting on...