I left my comfortable home in utero and came into the world to the strains of The Doors.
I was born on my great-grandma's birthday, which made my mum very happy.
I met my parents.
I learned how to breastfeed, which was a challenge, but I'm getting better at it every day (and so is my mum).
I met my Grammy and Grandma.
And my cousin, my aunts and uncles, my great-aunt and uncle, my great-cousins, my great-grandma, and too many of my mum and dad's friends to count.
I came home with Ma and Pa, exhausted but glad to leave hospital with a clean bill of health.
I met my puppies, who wanted to lick me.
I got comfy on the beautiful quilt Grandma made for me.
I learned to cry in lots of different ways to get exactly what I want.
I had my first bath. In the laundry sink.
I had my first visit to the zoo.
I made my mum's heart melt when I started smiling in my sleep.
I went to my first party, a dress-up 30th! This is me with birthday-girl Michele.
I have projectile pooed on my grandma and projectile everything-ed on both my parents.
I love to wander around the garden with Pa, exploring this very strange new world.
Mostly, my first month was just us. Ma, Pa and I. Tired, getting used to each other and becoming a family.