I am blaming it on exhaustion.  Plain and simple.  Too tired to count.  Please let it be that and not that my brain has completely melted into an amorphous blob that can no longer keep track of the single digit weeks that Baby M has been alive in this world.  So, for real ya’ll, M is now 6 weeks old now, and will be until this Thursday.  She spends a lot of her time as photographed…asleep on my shoulder or my arm.  Why is that babies have radar for when you lay them down?  They can be mouth-hanging-open sound asleep and yet the second you lay them in a crib or swing or something other than a living breathing person…their eyes pop open.