Elizabeth Catherine Anne. My little daughter. I still can't quite believe I have a little girl, I was so sure she'd be a boy. When I was pregnant I imagined "the boys" growing up together so vividly that sometimes I'm surprised to see a little baby bundled up in pink on my lap.
Libby's such a happy little thing. She loves to lay on her blankey and kick and talk to us. She's a strong little thing, already holding her head up steadily when she was 8 weeks old. She loves to be naked and breaks into a huge grin as soon as she's put on her change pad, she knows what's coming. Her Daddy says she has two speeds: off and frantic. She's slept 5 hour stretches at night since she was a few weeks old, which makes Mommy a happy camper!