Two months old and she’s already got PhDs in Renaissance Literature and pooping her pants.

Delirious. Achy. Exhilarated. And I’m not even the one who had the baby. Meet Violet, my lovely new cohort in an ever-growing cadre of merrymakers: I was already inclined to approve of her, but that does NOT make me wrong when I say everything about her is just perfect. Love truly is an infinite resource.

Another satisfied lil’ barbarian.