Sloane is growing...mostly in the cheek department. She's still a tiny thing but has the cutest little rolls and delicious squish. I could eat her up. 
The baby turban that Katie made is my favorite of all baby accessories, ever. I can't handle it! 
To Quincy's delight, Sloane is "still pink". She has Aaron's beautiful skin and perfect cheeks that I say, "the better to eat you with, my dear," as I nibble on them. I find her irresistible from her cupcake scented head down to her teeny tiny tootsie roll toes.
If she falls asleep in my arms, I surrender to the hypnotizing rhythm of her heavy sighs and melt under the warmth of each sleepy breath that she exhales against my chest. Sleepy, dreamy, breathy and intoxicatingly wonderful babyland is a drug I fall powerless to every time. I cannot and will not get up.
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