Little Bug turned two months old yesterday, and we celebrated by doing what we do best: eating. Rora was jealous of the brunch spread, and flashed her giant eyes at everyone in hopes of snagging a taste. No such luck, babe.
She recognizes Mom and Dad’s faces now, smiles intentionally and likes to communicate via strange Gremlin noises. She’s sleeping really well, and sometimes she’s in such a deep sleep that her eyes roll to the back of her head and when her eyelids flutter you can only see white eyeballs beneath (super terrifying because I’m really not sure how to successfully perform an exorcism).
the northeast ginger 