Sorry!

For cutting your finger tips when I was trying to cut your finger nails. I think I'll stick to filing them for now.

Numero Uno

After several false alarms and countless blow outs, I think you've finally graduated to size 1 diapers.

How are we supposed to have tummy time if you keep rolling over?

Smiles

This past week you've really been responding to us. You smile at us all the time, and it's a beautiful smile. You look for us in groups when you hear our voices. It's so rewarding to see that you know who we are.

Zapatos!

Friday your friend Henry was born, so we got you all dressed up to go meet him at the hospital. You really wanted to impress him, so we put shoes on you for the first time. You looked so cute in your little shirt, jeans and matching pink shoes. If Henry would have been awake, I think he would have been really impressed!

I Still Love Your Name

We had lunch with a friend yesterday and then headed out to run some errands. You were a perfect angel, as usual, and garnered quite a few stares. Some commented on how beautiful you are and said how much you look like me (which I took as a personal compliment). People's eyes usually light up when I tell them your name. Not that it matters what other people think, but it's good to know we're not the only ones who love your name.

Growing Up

I can't believe how much you've developed in the past few days. You're smiling at us! Mornings are your smiley-est times. After breakfast you join us in our bed and smile and coo at us (you don't even care that we have morning breath). You have a BEAUTIFUL smile! It's so rewarding to finally get a response from you.

Tonight during tummy time you lifted your head almost completely forward! You held it there for quite a while, too. We're so impressed!

He's Got The Whole World In His Hands

Fingerprints

Do you have fingerprints? I was feeling your little fingertips last night and I couldn't tell if you had any. The tips of your fingers and toes are so soft. It doesn't feel like your fingerprints have appeared yet. Yet another odd question to ask the pediatrician...

4-Hour Nap

You usually take little naps throughout the day, but today you surprised me with one long 4-hour nap. You woke up so hungry you could have eaten your hand...literally.

Tyler Time

Comical

I've read about things like this happening in some of my funny "first time mom" books, but until this morning I had yet to experience it. We were moving quickly to get ready this morning because I had a doctor's appointment that we couldn't be late for. I figured if we left at 9:45 we'd be sure to get to the doctor's office in plenty of time for my 10:30 appointment.

I showered and got myself ready. Then I set out to get you prepared. You ate a full bottle (ate/drank? I'm still confused about this), I washed your face so the doctor wouldn't think I let you lay around with dried breast milk all over your chin, and changed you out of your pajamas (outfit #1) into this carefully chosen uber cute pink girly outfit (outfit #2) appropriate for showing you off at the doctor's office. I pumped a bottle (just in case) and packed your diaper bag full of provisions for our two hour jaunt away from home. As I placed you in your car seat, I glanced over at the clock: 9:45 on the dot. I smiled with pride at my ability to get us both ready and out the door on time. Then it happened...

As I turned my head from the clock to finish strapping you in to your car seat, you spit up half of the contents of your belly all over your uber cute pink outfit and car seat. My smile faded as I realized I had experienced one of those classic moments of motherhood. My mother jokingly told me when I got my driver's license that "you're not an official driver until you've run out of gas, locked your keys in your car and left your lights on long enough to drain your battery." I think this is the motherhood equivalent.

I quickly chased the milk off your cheek, down your neck and around to your back with a spit rag hoping to salvage the outfit. It was no use. The mass of milk was too great. So out of your car seat you came and up the stairs to your nursery we went to change your clothes. We had an infant outfit crisis as we stared at the clothes in your closet trying to pick out the next cutest outfit. You were completely spent from spitting up, even though it didn't seem to faze you at the time (I still haven't figured out how that's possible), so you weren't much help. I settled on your purple striped shirt and pants (outfit #3). Not near as cute as the pink outfit you soaked with breast milk, but it was long sleeved and I knew I wouldn't get one of those "you let your wear THAT in THIS weather" looks from the nurses. On it went and we were off to the doctor's office.

You slept the whole way to the doctor's office, and I nearly forgot about the morning's excitement as we sat in the waiting room, listening for the door to open and the nurse to call my name. You filled a diaper on the way to our appointment, so I decided to change your diaper in the examination room before the doctor came in.

I took off your purple pants and unsnapped your purple striped onesie, removed the soiled diaper and wiped down your little toosh. Your bladder let loose as I reached for the clean diaper sitting next to you. There was potty everywhere. Like the breast milk, the potty dripped everywhere, finally pooling under the small of your back and soaking through the purple striped onesie and tissue paper cover on the exam table. I could have cried!

I quickly wiped you, me and the exam table down with wet wipes, replaced the tissue paper cover and redressed you in the "back up" outfit I keep in your diaper bag for occasions such as this (outfit #4).

I checked the time on my cell phone. It was 10:45. Our day had just begun...

This Can't Be Comfortable

If You're Happy And You Know It, Raise Your Hand

Future Philosopher or Glamour Shots Model?

Inherited Oddities

It appears that you have inherited my affinity for sleeping with a light on.

Any Questions?

Tough Day

You have been quite a challenge today and have really tested my patience. I've been trying really hard to be the patient and comforting mother, but it's been tough. Thus far you've not been a fussy baby, so when you cry we know it's because you're hungry or want your binky. Your belly has been kept full and your diaper kept empty all day, so that's not the problem. I read books to you and played with you. You spent some quality time in your bouncy chair and duck swing, which usually calm you. I wish I could figure out what you want.

Georgia's First Date

Cradle Me

This is the cradle that Tyler's grandfather made for him when he was a baby. Now it resides in our living room where you nap in the afternoon. You loves to lie in your cradle and stare. I'm not sure what you stare at, but you seems to enjoy it. Perhaps someday you'll be able to tell me what you find so interesting.

Multi-tasking

You have reached an exciting point in your development: you can now eat and poop at the same time! Interestingly there isn't a line in your baby book for this accomplishment. Apparently it's not as important as first steps and rolling over.

Huh?

How can you be dead to the world asleep while I'm holding you, but you instantly become wide awake when I put you down?

A Helping Hand

2 Hours

The amount of time you slept alone in your crib last night before I decided you needed to sleep in bed with me. You'll be sleeping in bed with me until you leave for college.

Crib Promotion

We finally got a working baby monitor so you can sleep in your crib in your room without us worrying that we don't hear your cries in the night. You're sound asleep. I'm 20 feet away with the baby monitor turned up full blast anxiously playing online card games trying to make it through the night without you beside me in your bassinet.