This is not a letter, just a bunch of photos from the past week that I’m sure nobody cares about…

Watchin’ television with Dad:

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Strollin’ along:

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Nappin’:

 

 

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Showin’ off random cuteness:

 

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Smilin’ for today’s photos, which makes being up with her from 12:40 to 3:00 this morning totally worth it. By the afternoon, you can’t even tell that there were moments when both of us cried because neither of us slept:

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Holy moly, this child.

Reilly says that if you take my features (eyes, nose, mouth, hair) and place them on a baby-sized Reillyhead (forehead and cheeks), you get the ever-adorable Zinger.

What do you think?