A Bit of Gloating

So, I haven't blogged for a while because... well, I haven't had much to say. I could bore you with the small details of Abigail's development, or gush about how she is probably the perfect child... but I know better. I know all new moms probably feel that way at some point. And frankly, though David and I might be enthralled with the fact that she is now blowing raspberries (who knew "phptps" was a linguistically developmental milestone?), you don't necessarily care.

I will, however, post a photo. This was taken a few weeks ago when David and I visited Wisconsin with a few friends. I was snapping pictures of the group, when Abigail caught sight of me.

Ah, the benefits of being at home! It's abundantly clear these days that she prefers Mom to Dad. So I found it immensely gratifying to see her crane her little body around her father's shoulder in order to keep me in view.

My friend A tells me not to let it get to my head. She claims, "Enh, as soon as Abigail's a sentient being, she'll prefer her father over you. That's just the way it is."

And I know she's right. But I'm reveling in my moments of Mom-glory for now.