While I'm at work, I miss Amaya. John eases that pain by sending me pictures and updates. It's only fair that I share them with you.

The message said: "I know she's cold, but she absolutely refuses to keep her arms inside the towel."
To which I replied: "I love her boobies!" Our little exhibitionist.

Message: "I put her down for one second to get a diaper and of course she pees." (Nudity censored.)

Message: "A few minutes in to tummy time she says, 'screw you, I'm not going to hold my head up anymore'"

Message: "This is the only way she'll sleep right now."

Staring at her (current) favorite stuffed animal.