When one has a primarily home-bound existence, the arrival of the mail can be a big deal. There is the satisfying thunk of letters and Gymboree inserts (that corporation is relentless) hitting the metal base of the mail slot to the right of our door and the police knock of the mail carrier who is dropping off a package.

It is one thing to exist, it is another to get mail addressed to your name. And Charlotte Ann has been raking it in the first week-and-a-half of her life. She is not yet a clothes horse, but I'm glad she has the largest closet in the house.



She has already grown out of her first hat, which when we purchase a baby book, will be duly noted among her myriad accomplishments. Those include her first joke -- a smile followed by a poop -- and the ability to name 12 of the state capitals. I'm kidding, she knows 25.

The second outfit featured today is an ensemble from the pink collection. We are awash in pink from bubblegum to hot, and I'm happy to report that she looks cute in pink. We are calling this photo -- contentment.