She’s 17 weeks.
To all of you non-parents (moms tend to count their child’s moments in weeks instead of months until about 6 months…and then months instead of years until they are 3….it’s just the way it is) that means she’s a little over 4 months.
I have 17 pictures of her on this grey rug in the same onesie and will probably have one hundred more before I decide to do something with them.
Her smile is beautiful and her hair is not. But it’ll come in.
This might be a weird thing to say, but I love her name more and more with each day that goes by. She’s a Francesca 100%.
She rolls over now, and only just mastered it this week. She hates being on her tummy and loves being carted around. She loves her mouse friend, loves chewing on everything (is she teething??) and is the sweetest.
I get asked a llllll the time, “Who does she look like?” because she isn’t quite like my first 3 who looked so much alike for their first 12 months. Or Charlotte who looks a lot like me and like Jamie with her big brown eyes. Or Ollie who is so uniquely herself, apart from the others. She’s Francesca with perfect ears and silly hair. Grey-blue eyes and skin tone in between fair and olive.
And at 17 weeks, she’s just perfect.