At four months, my current mini obsession, aka Boogie, is going down reliably in the early evening and giving momma some much needed personal time. Husband and I are starting to feel "normal" again. I've barely kept a toe in the mini world, although one of those Emerson Houses does have my name written all over it.
In some ways I've felt pangs of longing, as the mini world is passing me by. CallSmall is in the NYT! Mini Modern is back! Huzzah! Nevertheless, as I'm sure most of you could have told me, I wouldn't have changed a single minute of the last four months. Not the sleepless first nights spent terrified "Am I responsible for a little life!?", listening to an infant's surprisingly noisy breathing. Nor the hollering at the top of her wee lungs - who knew such a loud noise could come out of such a small person? I wouldn't even change the numerous dirty diapers. Or all the times, more than I care to admit, that I got pooped on. It's been a crazy ride, every delicious second.
So for now, I just get to watch from afar. Our plans are to find a 1:1 scale home for Boogie. When we finally do, watch out! The dollhouses come out of hock (from storage at my parents' house), the pinky girls come out to play and, most likely, Boogie will go rampaging through it all, Godzilla style.
Meanwhile, I'm just putting one foot in front of the other, trying to do my best on my most important mini project to date.
Some photos from an afternoon photo session, hiding indoors from the beastly heat.