Breaking news: Miss Lucy has lost her little umbilical stump.

It happened yesterday. I lifted her into my arms for her seven a.m. feeding and pop! -- the last little piece of what connected us to each other was off and rolling on the floor.

You know what this means, of course -- she'll be leaving home some day.

Can I just say that I hate all of her boyfriends already?

Life with baby is good, although I think it would be better if the sun would come out. It's been rainy and cool here in Philadelphia, which has made me hesitant to take her for long walks....except I've recently decided that long walks may be the common denominator in the night she's slept easily versus the nights she's shrieked inconsolably for longer than an hour. So yesterday Adam and Wendell and I braved the cold gray yuck for an hour in the morning and she slept so well that we had to wake her up for her middle-of-the-night snack. (Actually, my breasts woke us both up. Ouch. I thought I was ready for all the changes motherhood would bring, but I don't think anything could have prepared me for my breasts turning into alarm clocks).

And Lucy's learned some new tricks. She looks around a lot more, and she makes this very cute Hahh....hahh...hahh noise when she's nursing. And then she'll take a big gulp and her eyelids flutter and her eyes start rolling back in her head in this very James Brown-type display of exhaustion. I can't go on! I can't do no more! It's like she's waiting for someone to run in from backstage and throw a cape over her shoulders.

Meanwhile, check out Uncle Joe Weiner's adventures as he relocates to Los Angeles (and my brother, sister-in-law, and niece Olivia's couch) and tries to find a place to live and pass the bar -- in that order.