It still seems as though the world should have stopped turning at least for a moment or two. But the sun kept setting and Livejournal kept chattering its Christmas nonsense and people kept walking to Trader Joe's and CVS and I still had classes to go to and papers and presentations to do. I wanted to shout, or sing, or do something, but there wasn't much I could do. Fortunately my roommates were willing to listen to my endless repetitive chatter, and eventually the usual spinning of the world seemed okay again. Babies are born every day, I know, and the world can't be expected to stop turning for all of them. It's just that I never quite cared so much about any of them before.

I like snuggling with my baby! She's my little peanut/coconut.

why do people describe babies in ways that sound tasty?

Can't say really. My logic is as follows: When curled on chest, she forms a "8"-like shape, ergo peanut. And her round head is covered in course hair, ergo coconut. I think it works.

clearly i need to fix this formatting a little. it's on my to-do list, i swear.

mm, peanuts and coconuts. sounds like the beginnings of a seven-layer bar to me. ;-)

I still maintain a name change is in order. Seven-Layer Bar should be Seven-Ingredient Bar. If for no other reason than that the idea of a shortening "layer" is super-foul.