...four weeks...

My baby is almost a month old, and as I sit here in a moment of rare silence I can think of absolutely nothing to say. A sure sign that my brain is on the verge of breaking down due to complete exhaustion. What I find most exasperating is that I have composed numerous inspirational, glowing, at least entertaining, blog posts in my head in the wee hours of the morning. As the Milk Monster consumes her umpteenth snack of the night, I sit in the darkness and craft stories, anecdotes, and tales of the Edwards' Family in great detail, often rewriting sentences in my head until they have just the right ring. However, when the light of day hits my now baggy eyelids, the words disappear somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, hiding from me until I am once again awakened in the middle of the night and find it completely impossible to get to a computer. Now, I don't really know if these tales I weave in the night are actually of any quality, or if, in my exhaustion, I am deluded into thinking I am some kind of writer. They could actually be complete crap. I guess I'll never know, unless by some luck of grace something sticks in my brain one of these mornings.

So for an almost one month update, here is what you get:

Laci is alive and well, her cold is almost completely gone. She still won't smile at me, although I like to think she is getting closer. And, at this point, I am no longer enjoying motherhood, I am simply trying to survive it.

And just in case you wondered how our photo session ended this morning...