Six weeks. Or day four. However you want to look at it.

Little Miss Haley is six weeks today! Since I'll be playing the role of Horrible Mother, I'll point out that at stage right you'll see the space where there should be a post titled "1 month!" That post should - but does not, since it is not in existence - contain a picture of Haley doing something adorable, perhaps while wearing a onesie with a big number one on it or something.

I wouldn't know. I didn't do anything like that.

Haley, here's the deal. You're not getting a baby book. I'll keep a journal for you because I'm good at that. But I was good at writing down detailed minutiae only once in my life and it happened between 2003-2006. Cameron will get to be the recipient of my Awesome Mother-ness. You, however, get me. Horrible Mother. So to fulfill this role I will go ahead and slap some pictures and stats up on the old blog and call 'er good. Deal?

Thanks for not being able to talk yet. Because I'm sure you'd be spewing epithets.

But really you should THANK me for sparing you the agony of seeing your empty baby book on the shelf next to Cameron's fat, binding-breaking, filled-to-the-brim baby book and Miles' acceptably full baby book. Sophia is already in thrice-weekly therapy sessions to deal with the heartbreak over having a baby book containing just her name, weight and length. I'm not sure I'd even get to that part with yours.

But I do love you. Great keebler elves, how I love you. You with your sweet smiles and chubby cheeks. You make being the mom of four a lot easier than I thought it would be. Though, let's be honest. Grandma Of Wonders just left on Tuesday so I'm still new at this. But so far, so good. The house is almost spotless, dinner has been on the table every night and the laundry isn't piling up anywhere. So in Newborn Years that's not four days, that's closer to four months. Can I get an amen also too?