Three Months, x2

Baby Girl, one day old

Baby Girl, three months old:

What we’ve learned:

• You *hate* getting your nose squishied (bulb syringe…)
• You are also not a fan of the swing, unlike your brother.  You will tolerate it, though, if you must…
• You will have days where you only take catnaps, and days where you are barely awake for three hours…  You tend to have 1 or 2 very awake days, followed by 1 or 2 almost comatose days.  You aren’t on a schedule yet, although your nighttime sleep is pretty consistent now.  You like to fall asleep around 7:30, eat at 1, 3, and 5:30, then wake around 7:30.  You tend to take a mid morning, mid day, and evening nap, but the timing is still pretty erratic.

What you’ve learned:

• You are flipping up on your right side!  You can even (just barely) cross your left leg over…  just a little more, and gravity will take care of the rest, and you’ll be rolling over!  (Oooooh, 2 mobile babies??)
• You are vocalizing with much more variety and range.  You’ve always been pretty expressive, but it is so cute to hear a personality coming out now, too!

What we always want to remember:

• Your baptism.  It was snowed out last month; this month, we held it on the same day as your brother’s 2nd birthday party.  The grandparents were in, and they, and us, and your godparents all went out for brunch afterwards.  You did pretty well, although you really wanted a nap during pictures. ;-)

• Your eyelashes are really filling out and growing longer, so beautiful!  Your hair is still dark, and all together with your happy smile, you are the prettiest baby ever!
• I love how you are grabbing my fingers and cooing and gurgling and raspberrying to me while you sit in your bouncy or on my knees.  Precious, precious girl.  xoxoxox

• How you survived a weekend home alone with Bubby and Mama.  We made it, somehow, all in one piece.

gTwo Months, x2

Baby Girl, one day old

Baby Girl, two months old:

What we’ve learned:

That having two under two is a blessing.  Not a quiet blessing, nor a calm blessing, but a blessing nonetheless.

You are a much mellower baby than big brother.  We can actually all eat dinner at the same time, unheard of when Little Man was your age.  You hang out in the bouncy, next to the kitchen table, while the 3 of us eat, and we just talk to you and make faces once in awhile, and you are just very happy, hanging out. :-)

You adore your brother.  Your face lights up whenever you catch a glimpse of him (which, sometimes, is all you can catch, because he is on the MOVE! lol).   And the feeling is mutual!  He loves to kiss on you and is learning to imitate your vocalizations like Mama and Dada do, so he can ‘talk’ to you.

You are over, yes, OVER the 97th percentile for your weight at this age.  They just don’t even bother to specify once it gets over 97th, you’re in that little infinite tail at the top end of the bell curve.  And I love it.  I love having a chunkamonk babe, you are so stinkin’ CUTE.

That taking you to daycare was just as gut-wrenching as taking  Bubby.  Except I had less time to wallow in it, since I had to go back to work (bed rest ate up my FMLA).  So you went into full time daycare on my first day back.  I console myself with the knowledge that you’ll have me fulltime in the fall, as I have not renewed my teaching contract and am planning on staying home with you and your brother next year.  xoxox

You are so aware, already.  Just very *with it.*  Less than a week after you turned one month old, you were already showing you understood when your diaper was about to be changed, or you were about to be fed.  It’s very helpful when you cry now, because I can just lay you on the changing pad, or Boppy, or play gym, and if you calm down, I know I’m on the right track.  If not, I just abandon ship and move somewhere else.  LOL

Walks, however, conk you right out, regardless. (Wearing the cutest coat EVER, that your Papa Yount bought just for you.)

What we always want to remember:

Your first Easter. (She’s modeling a onesie from Grandma Robins and the bunny ears from her Easter basket.)

How your baptism got snowed out, the week before Easter.   So you wore your baptism dress for Easter, instead.  It was your church debut, too, so you got lots of adoring visitors stopping by to say hi.

You still have your serious librarian look, much of the time.

How much fun you have in your play gym, batting at objects (the purple and green polka dot ring is your favorite toy, although the crinkly block may be taking first place soon).

How strong you are, already pushing up!

Your dazzling smiles.  I have had little success capturing them on camera, but you zero in on one of us (or occasionally, the lamp or ceiling fan), and this smile starts in your eyes, and soon encompasses your whole face!  So amazing, and you’re starting to give little laughs, too.  And you got your Mama’s googly eye (one eye squishes up more than the other, because one side of our smile hitches up a bit more).

One Month, x2

Sissy, one day old:

Sissy, one month old:

What we’ve learned about you:

• You love to sleep on our chest.
• You are very concerned about the world around you.  You are my serious girl (that furrowed brow is almost omnipresent).

• You are a squawker, full of snuffles and snorts and grunts and gurgles.  You are a noisy eater, too, and have earned the nickname Squeaker.
• You like baths, ahhhhh.  (And your hair has an undeniable wave to it after a bath…  will you have curly hair?)
• That you love changing tables and changing pads.  When no other baby-soothing trick will do,  sometimes just laying you down on a changing table or changing pad will work some sort of voodoo magic.  And it’s not just any vinyl surface…  For example, when you are in this kind of mood, the pack and play won’t work, even though it’s the same material. :-)

• You actually sleep on your own sometimes, it’s a shocker! (and no, I don’t leave her on her tummy to sleep, this was just for a photo shoot…)

What I Want to Remember

• Scrambling to hold you as soon as I could after the birth.
• The poor timing of your hospital photo shoot…

 

• Your sleepy grins

• Your sweet open-mouthed kisses.
• How you pull your head up and waaay back, and pull your legs up super tight and streeeeeeeeeeeeetch when we change positions with you when you’re sleeping.
• Sibling rivalry has already started, with competitive tummy time.

• How strong you are, my foster mom wrote about how I was holding my head up constantly when on her shoulder, and you have been the same way.  (And a side note, your hair looks a lot like a “mad spider,” as mine did, but then your brother still had dark hair at this point, so who knows if you’re getting that from me!)

• How, even in the hospital, you would turn to the sound of my voice, and calm when I held you close.  You’re a mama’s girl, much of the time.
• Your Little Miss Sassypants cough you have that lets know you’re winding up–it’s this cute little scoff to tell us you wont tolerate it, whatever it is.
• How you reduce my dad, your PaPa, to absolute mush. ;-)

• Your adorable double chin and chunky monkey thighs.
• How much Bubby loves being your big brother… He brings you toys, or blankets, or pacifiers when you cry, to try to appease you…  He showers you with kisses whenever he can get close enough to you, and requests to see you before he leaves the house, as soon as he gets home, before he goes to bed, after his bath…  He loves you so so much.