Beautiful baby

Brooklyn went to the YMCA for the first time today.  We had a nice workout together, and anticipate many fun family moments there in the next few years.  We took some time to feed her before leaving, and this nice lady came up to us and said "That's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen.  There's nothing you can change to make her more beautiful.  She's got perfect ears and a perfect nose.  Beautiful."  Both Brian and I were bursting with pride.  Is that weird or wrong when we had nothing to do with creating this beauty?  We are very biased, of course, but this is one beautiful baby if I do say so myself.  It was nice to hear someone say that to us. Parenthood is going so well... we're loving it.  It's hard work, as all of you parents out there know, but it's what I've always imagined it to be like.  I feel so darn grateful!  We've just been hanging out, getting to really know each other.  We're still trying to figure out what she needs when, what her cries mean.  Do people really start to recognize babies cries, or do you just get to know your kid?  I mean, I know when she's hungry most of the time, and when she's tired, because I keep track of her schedule, but if I were to somehow lose track of time or what we've done and she starts crying, would I really know what it meant?  I doubt it.  Not yet, anyway.  I had a terrifying parenting moment last week.  I took Ruby to the dog park, and of course Brooklyn was with me.  She was sleeping soundly in her stroller/car seat next to me (I was sitting on a bench, talking to another woman at the park) and it was a nice day there.  The dogs were all happily playing, when suddenly this group of dogs came barreling at us, crashed into the stroller, and knocked it over WITH MY BABY IN IT!  I was so scared, and in that moment, I saw Brooklyn getting really hurt, flashed back to a nurse at the hospital asking if we felt comfortable turning the car seat upside down with Brooklyn in it once we had her strapped in (if not, she's not tight enough), and saw Child Protective services taking her away from me!  Of course, things were fine because of that nurse at the hospital.  I had her in there good and tight, and she was none the worse for wear.  She never really knew what was going on, and only woke up and started crying when I whipped her out of the stroller to make sure she was ok.  She was not amused by that!  But, my heart took a long time to start beating normally again!  I haven't moved that fast in a long, long time.  I made sure Brooklyn was ok, gathered Ruby up, and headed for home.  Enough for me for one day.  Well, more than one day.  We haven't been back yet!  That day, I knew what her cry meant.  It meant "Hey, Mommy... I was sleeping nicely and you just interrupted me!"  Sorry, baby.
So, I'm waiting for my beautiful baby to wake up for her bottle before heading off to bed.  I know that if I go ahead and fall asleep, she'll then promptly wake up wanting that bottle.  She's doing great in the sleep category, though.  Still going about 4 hours over night between feedings, though tonight she ate at 6:30 and fell asleep at 7:45 and hasn't gotten back up yet, at 11:05 PM.  Heading towards 5 hours.  Way to go, Brooklyn!  Keep up the good work!