Pugilist at rest
She's a shoulder baby like her sister. I can do just about anything when she's in the Bjorn. I wouldn't cook or iron, with her little legs dangling.
She was born with very long nails. They have been cut but grow quickly. I'm afraid I'll cut into the skin, so I keep socks on her hands.
When she's in the Bjorn, she hunkers down to sleep, buries her head into my chest and pulls her socked fists to cover her face, a very fetal thing to do. What makes it cute is that she looks like a baby boxer, gloves on, putting up her dukes.
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Well, first I have to say how weird it is I found Brad's site, from the which I came here, because it was a purely accidental random link found on somebody else's site whilst trying to figure out what Blogger has done with their code. Anyway, I went to Harding with you guys. (We didn't know each other, I just remember your story which won the writing contest--it was great.) Anyway, the other thing was that naming a baby Arwen is so cool, and I wish I'd thought of it with one of mine. Drat.
Posted by: jane | June 4, 2004 1:20 AM