It's the strangest thing...

I've been having these funny feelings about Anna. It's just that she is the most beautiful child who ever existed, and all other babies fade in comparison.

I saw a little girl at the grocery store yesterday, must have been just about Anna's age because both of her parents were carefully comparing diaper packages and ultimately chose a pack in Anna's size, and well, come on. Only new parents read diaper labels, or shop for diapers together. Mike and I have been down this road. It turns out that what works for us is that I am in charge of buying diapers and Mike refuses to have an opinion about them.

Sabrina: "I put a stack of the new diapers next to the old ones. Which ones do you like better?"
Mike: "Who cares?"
Sabrina: "But this one has the softer outside and stretchy tabs, but the new ones have a bigger poop catcher in the back of the diaper and a thicker layer in the front where she pees."
Mike: "And?"
Sabrina: "And these ones have Winnie-the-Pooh on them and these are Sesame Street!"
Mike: "And?"
Sabrina: "Well, do you have a preference?"
Mike: "No."
Sabrina: "Well, good, because I like these ones, so when you change her, you use these yucky ones."
Mike: "Whatever."

And I've already read the entire label of every diaper imaginable, so when I go to buy diapers, I can choose what I want like a seasoned pro.

Back to these strange feelings. Their little girl had a perfect little smooth face, and perfect little puckered lips and bright cherubic cheeks, and I looked down at my little angel with her dry, scaly head and booger-filled nose, and she just blew me away with her stunning gorgeousness. And I knew that I was in love.