Baby Girl, one day old
Baby Girl, two months old:
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.)
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).
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).