We now interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to bring you . . . CUTENESS.

Her Irish heritage is really showing, I think, with her strawberry-blonde hair, blue-blue eyes, and peaches and cream complexion.

She’s growing bigger, though I don’t know how big, as she doesn’t go back to the pediatrician for a couple more weeks.  She’s outgrown most of her newborn clothes, although I’m still stuffing her into some 0-3 month stuff because I can’t stand how fast this is all going.

It seems like so long since we had a baby on the fast-track.  I learned to savor the creeping speed at which Finn met each milestone.  Sometimes I wish Scarlett would slow down.  Not that she’s doing any amazing tricks or anything, but day by day, her babyhood seems to be going by at warp speed.

Having Scarlett has given me lots of time to reminisce and ponder Finn’s babyhood, too, and in a way I am filled with regret at how much we worried, how much time we gave to therapists who didn’t make a difference anyway, how Finn was subjected to demoralizing evaluations and assessments, his progress plotted on paper and expressed in terms of deficiencies.  I wish we had done things differently with him.

Anyway, Scarlett.  I am lucky to get these wonderful, happy photos of her (and it takes work!  Lots of singing and dancing on my part.  Can you picture it?), because offstage, she remains one demanding, crabby little lady.  Her limit at being put down and left to her own devices to amuse herself is 7 minutes and 23 seconds before she starts screaming bloody murder.  Little diva.

Wouldn’t trade her for anything, though.  I am head over heels in love, and I’m not the only one.  She’s got everybody in this house wrapped around her chubby little finger.