Put a birthday hat on her and call her a month old

Today Ms. Ella is officially 4 weeks old. A lifetime in newborn years, she is exhausted. According to the books, she has been learning to focus her eyes, figuring out she has hands and feet and learning to coo. I on the other hand, think she has learned long division, how to cook, read and sew and is excellent at cooing. She has not done any of the above things in real life, except coo, but I can tell by the glint of genius in her eyes, that as soon as she can hold her head up, Julia Child's legacy better watch out. I, on the other hand, have learned that though my boobs might not look all that smart, they are able to produce an on demand newborn buffet at the drop of a hat. I am so proud. I have also learned that Drew and I are now on Ella time, and continuous sleep is over rated. I have learned that Drew's patience, which I appreciated as his wife, who for the umpteenth time had to call him to find out my password for my email or my phone number, as his partner parent, appreciate in a whole new light when it comes to Ella. I have learned that nothing in my blessed life has prepared me for the joy of loving Ms. Ella. I would put a candle on the boob for you Ms. Ella, but nobody wants to see that. Instead I will say Happy one month day, we are grateful.