Abigail...AKA, Brenley's Dolly

I promise the child is growing. But she is still pretty little. I have been getting a lot of comments about how she looks like she is just a doll. I got three comments last week at McDonald's play land from different people about how it looked like I was carrying around a little doll.

Then at church on Sunday I got at least three more. It makes me a little self conscious. Like she isn't thriving. Maybe I am not producing enough milk for this child. But I promise she is growing! She has gained more than the doctors expected her too. I think she just has little features when you see her in person. And she is kind of short, I think. She doesn't really look like a dolly in pictures because you can see her chubby little face. But her body is still tiny.

It is fitting, I suppose. Because Bren thinks she is her own personal little dolly. The other day, Brenley picked out this outfit, and insisted Abigail wear it:

Even though it was obviously not appropriate for the dead of winter. As you can see we put a long sleeved onesie underneath it, and some white leggings to avoid frostbite;) Miss Brenley couldn't resist the sparkly crown on the front. She has a bit of a weakness for bling.

After Bren has dressed her up, she likes to carry her around:
And give her poor mama a heart attack.