I'm just winging it.
Motherhood that is. I mean, of course I google things almost daily to see what the others are doing. Ya know, like 'what kind of sippy cup is best' for Scarlett's age and 'give me some damn finger food ideas because I'm already stumped'. But ultimately, no matter who I ask for opinions, no matter what articles I read, no matter what informative emails I receive -- from the hospital that will continue to bleed me dry until I'm in the ground -- I do what I want. I buy the sippy cup that's pretty and fits her age group and I break up pieces of whatever the hell I want and put them on her highchair tray. The best part? She's doing just great.
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June 6, 2012
April 4, 2012
Dr. Switchyswappy - the sequel
Hack, Hack, Hack. Sorry to have sprayed germs your way. Heads up, don't come visit me right now, I've got a cold. Or virus. Or allergies. Or all three rolled into one. Nothing too serious - just a hacking, dry cough, banging headache, runny nose, achy body and creepy skin feeling. Blaghhh and booooooo. Oh, stop. There's no need to send flowers... jeez, you guys are so thoughtful!! (I like daisies and peonies).
Anyway, mom came to get the baby this afternoon because I was feeling much worse than I did this morning. I can rest a little easier knowing that Scarlett is rolling around happily as my mother and grandmother play with her for hours on end. Here, she wouldn't have had such a great playmate. I just needed to lie down for a little while. But ya know when you take that weird, little midday nap and you get up and just feel dazed and horrendous?? That's what happened. The cough turned hackier, my nose got half-stuffy/half-runnier and my "creepy skin feeling" got creepier. Phooey on me. Honey Lemon Halls for this gal.
In other news, I am THRILLED to report that Dr. Switchyswappy has been a complete success!!!! Even beyond what I'd hoped for! The new doctor is a delight! Here's how Scarlett's six month visit (yesterday) went down...
I arrived ten minutes early - because I always arrive early - because I always hope that if they're on schedule they'll take us early. I sit in the waiting area which was an absolute zoo for some reason. I leave Scarlett in the infant carrier because it's just easier for me. She plays with her little hanging toys and checks out the sights. Little did we know we would quickly become the center of attention and my anxiety would skyrocket.
Now, I understand kids love other kids and babies. I get it! Scarlett loves kids! I also know kids love to touch everything and explore. Totally understood. However, in a crowded pediatrician's waiting room I have no idea who has a well visit and who has the plague. I usually engage in some quick small talk with the other parents, asking the typical ages and names of their children. It's been a very calm wait on past occasions. But this day I was to be invaded. Invaded by toddlers.
Invaded. That's how I felt. As if Scarlett and I were in danger and should pick up and move to another area. At first I didn't mind the curious kiddies - one fifteen month old girl, Fiona, a one year old girl named Kylie and a three year old boy, Eamon. Eamon was VERY active and pretty much fought with his mama the entire time. Limbs flailing, jumping and ninja-kicking, throwing magazines and pamphlets, yelling and climbing over the chairs - over our chairs - over Scarlett. My heart started to pound a little harder at this point. I was getting that nervous Mama-Bird instinct like I needed to protect my child from this wild man. I contemplated moving the carrier from the floor to the chair but the little girls were walking over to us. Eamon took notice and joined the pod. I felt as though three sharks were closing in on a wounded seal. My eyes were sharp. Eamon immediately grabbed Scarlett's toys and started shaking, swinging and rattling them just an INCH from her face. He was yelling in Scarlett's face and turning her innocent and colorful owl into a scary monster. His mother simply said, "Gentle, do gentle, Eamon." I watched as his grubby hands got to know every centimeter of every toy that I brought to soothe my girl. The two small girls were much more cautious. Touching Scarlett's shoes, pointing out that she is a "baby" and reaching for her toys. As all three huddled around her, attacking her owl and elephant, I watched as Scarlett raised her fists by her face and widened her eyes. She seemed nervous. I felt so bad. The other mothers simply smiled as the children grabbed her toys and swung metal keys around her. I smiled nervously and began to rock her carrier saying, "you're okay" as if I was trying to convince myself. At one point one of the girls screamed into Scarlett's face and she began to whimper, looking at me, frightened. What could I do??
After about forty minutes of this I had to take her out of the car seat. I held her, bounced her on my knee and rocked her in my arms. The doctor was a full hour late. The waiting experience was actually excruciating. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to say, "Please leave my baby alone, she's very small and fragile." I wanted the other mothers to realize it on their own and keep a closer eye on their own babies. I know it's different being a "new mom". I know we get terms thrown around about us like, OVERREACT, GERMAPHOBE, OVERPROTECTIVE etc. But come on. Tell me you wouldn't have been scared having your little, six month old bundle of love being surrounded by dangerous scenarios. That's what they were. Jumping, flailing, throwing object boy, Keys-swinging girl, face-touching other girl. Not to mention the toys that went right into my diaper bag to be scoured with soap as soon as I got home. I have no idea where all of those little hands have been! Just in that waiting room I saw them on a plethora of filthy things. My little girl doesn't need any more help getting viruses. We do just fine on our own.
We finally made it into the doctor's exam room. SAFE! We were both relaxed. Scarlett immediately got to work kicking furiously at the paper lining the table. She was in heaven! She flipped onto her belly and tore up every inch of that paper. She began babbling and screeching with contentment. I didn't care how long we had to wait in that room, we were happy there. She was weighed and measured and we awaited the doctor. As soon as the door opened I knew I had made the right decision in switching. Immediately the doctor acknowledged Scarlett- how active she was, her great motor-skills etc. She flipped her laptop around to show us her growth charts while explaining everything to us both. Even stopping to say, "Yes, I know you love my computer don't you!?" I was soooo glad she had just the demeanor I hoped for. She spewed out information while lifting Scarlett to the exam table. She asked a lot of questions about our daily routines and answered every question I had to my complete satisfaction. We weren't rushed through our Q&A despite her backed up schedule. She was wonderful and well worth the hour wait.
I am certain that Scarlett is going to have the experience that I was looking for with her pediatrician. I couldn't be happier that I switched. Not everyone clicks - not everyone has the same experience with the same people. I found our fit. Cross another one off the list!
Anyway, mom came to get the baby this afternoon because I was feeling much worse than I did this morning. I can rest a little easier knowing that Scarlett is rolling around happily as my mother and grandmother play with her for hours on end. Here, she wouldn't have had such a great playmate. I just needed to lie down for a little while. But ya know when you take that weird, little midday nap and you get up and just feel dazed and horrendous?? That's what happened. The cough turned hackier, my nose got half-stuffy/half-runnier and my "creepy skin feeling" got creepier. Phooey on me. Honey Lemon Halls for this gal.
In other news, I am THRILLED to report that Dr. Switchyswappy has been a complete success!!!! Even beyond what I'd hoped for! The new doctor is a delight! Here's how Scarlett's six month visit (yesterday) went down...
I arrived ten minutes early - because I always arrive early - because I always hope that if they're on schedule they'll take us early. I sit in the waiting area which was an absolute zoo for some reason. I leave Scarlett in the infant carrier because it's just easier for me. She plays with her little hanging toys and checks out the sights. Little did we know we would quickly become the center of attention and my anxiety would skyrocket.
Now, I understand kids love other kids and babies. I get it! Scarlett loves kids! I also know kids love to touch everything and explore. Totally understood. However, in a crowded pediatrician's waiting room I have no idea who has a well visit and who has the plague. I usually engage in some quick small talk with the other parents, asking the typical ages and names of their children. It's been a very calm wait on past occasions. But this day I was to be invaded. Invaded by toddlers.
Invaded. That's how I felt. As if Scarlett and I were in danger and should pick up and move to another area. At first I didn't mind the curious kiddies - one fifteen month old girl, Fiona, a one year old girl named Kylie and a three year old boy, Eamon. Eamon was VERY active and pretty much fought with his mama the entire time. Limbs flailing, jumping and ninja-kicking, throwing magazines and pamphlets, yelling and climbing over the chairs - over our chairs - over Scarlett. My heart started to pound a little harder at this point. I was getting that nervous Mama-Bird instinct like I needed to protect my child from this wild man. I contemplated moving the carrier from the floor to the chair but the little girls were walking over to us. Eamon took notice and joined the pod. I felt as though three sharks were closing in on a wounded seal. My eyes were sharp. Eamon immediately grabbed Scarlett's toys and started shaking, swinging and rattling them just an INCH from her face. He was yelling in Scarlett's face and turning her innocent and colorful owl into a scary monster. His mother simply said, "Gentle, do gentle, Eamon." I watched as his grubby hands got to know every centimeter of every toy that I brought to soothe my girl. The two small girls were much more cautious. Touching Scarlett's shoes, pointing out that she is a "baby" and reaching for her toys. As all three huddled around her, attacking her owl and elephant, I watched as Scarlett raised her fists by her face and widened her eyes. She seemed nervous. I felt so bad. The other mothers simply smiled as the children grabbed her toys and swung metal keys around her. I smiled nervously and began to rock her carrier saying, "you're okay" as if I was trying to convince myself. At one point one of the girls screamed into Scarlett's face and she began to whimper, looking at me, frightened. What could I do??
After about forty minutes of this I had to take her out of the car seat. I held her, bounced her on my knee and rocked her in my arms. The doctor was a full hour late. The waiting experience was actually excruciating. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to say, "Please leave my baby alone, she's very small and fragile." I wanted the other mothers to realize it on their own and keep a closer eye on their own babies. I know it's different being a "new mom". I know we get terms thrown around about us like, OVERREACT, GERMAPHOBE, OVERPROTECTIVE etc. But come on. Tell me you wouldn't have been scared having your little, six month old bundle of love being surrounded by dangerous scenarios. That's what they were. Jumping, flailing, throwing object boy, Keys-swinging girl, face-touching other girl. Not to mention the toys that went right into my diaper bag to be scoured with soap as soon as I got home. I have no idea where all of those little hands have been! Just in that waiting room I saw them on a plethora of filthy things. My little girl doesn't need any more help getting viruses. We do just fine on our own.
We finally made it into the doctor's exam room. SAFE! We were both relaxed. Scarlett immediately got to work kicking furiously at the paper lining the table. She was in heaven! She flipped onto her belly and tore up every inch of that paper. She began babbling and screeching with contentment. I didn't care how long we had to wait in that room, we were happy there. She was weighed and measured and we awaited the doctor. As soon as the door opened I knew I had made the right decision in switching. Immediately the doctor acknowledged Scarlett- how active she was, her great motor-skills etc. She flipped her laptop around to show us her growth charts while explaining everything to us both. Even stopping to say, "Yes, I know you love my computer don't you!?" I was soooo glad she had just the demeanor I hoped for. She spewed out information while lifting Scarlett to the exam table. She asked a lot of questions about our daily routines and answered every question I had to my complete satisfaction. We weren't rushed through our Q&A despite her backed up schedule. She was wonderful and well worth the hour wait.
I am certain that Scarlett is going to have the experience that I was looking for with her pediatrician. I couldn't be happier that I switched. Not everyone clicks - not everyone has the same experience with the same people. I found our fit. Cross another one off the list!
How would you have handled our waiting room experience?
Would you have asked the children to give the baby some space or are you much more relaxed?
March 22, 2012
Dr. Switchyswappy
The doctor that I had chosen was perfectly nice; she did nothing to offend me. But I felt that her relationship with Scarlett was a very general one. There was nothing special about it. No wonderful remarks, no compliments, nothing in particular that might have set this relationship apart from the hundreds of others she keeps. It was always strictly business. First, the typical questions to make sure Scarlett was hitting all of her marks. Then the Q&A which was always very broad and I was left to google the majority of my uncertainties. And I realized that if I didn't ask it - it wasn't being discussed. We do receive a sheet of generic guidelines for the upcoming months but I feel like I need to get a little more out of each visit. I am hoping the new doctor will be more descriptive and informative.
I'm guessing it might sound unrealistic to want this magical doctor experience since Scarlett is barely six months old. But as a new mom I want her to have the best she can if it's in my power to make it so. I want her to be in the best of company as long as I am the one making those decisions. Most importantly, I want to be sure that I'm leaving every doctor's appointment with the knowledge and satisfaction that we deserve.
Hope I don't pass the old doc in the hall ... awkwarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd
March 12, 2012
Monday: minute by minute
I knew today was going to be great when I heard the weather forecast yesterday. Sunny and 66! That's my favorite kind of day. I love that little chill and the liberty to wear almost anything at all and be comfortable. I immediately scheduled my walk with Pea, planning to go during her morning nap time.
I woke up at the normal time, opened the curtains, fed the dog, emptied the dishwasher, prepped Scarlett's breakfast - you know, the daily glamorous chores. Made my coffee and went up to get Pea for her breakfast of oatmeal and apples followed by her bottle. She was happy as a clam and played with her fruit teething ring and her little, crinkly giraffe as I cleaned up the breakfast dishes and had myself a bowl of Quaker Oatmeal Squares. (I've been switching it up lately from my years of having the same egg-whites and wheat toast every stinkin' day). (I also rekindled my love for Cracklin' Oat Bran). I then set up a little photo-shoot for my mother-in-law's birthday today. After about fourteen pictures we got the perfect one...
I die that it looks like she is pointing to the sign.... Sigh. She melts my heart.
My mom stopped by to drop off a newspaper, new children's book and a couple of sleepers that she bought for Scarlett. She played with her while I got dressed for our walk. Not much needed today - just some comfy yoga pants, a short-sleeved t-shirt and sneaks. Easy. I dragged the giant stroller outside and suited up Pea. She wore a pink cable-knit hat, a fleece sleeper and a pink blankie. I grabbed my sunglasses, keys, Chapstick, Kleenex, a burp cloth and my phone... and we hit the trail. I was super psyched about a new app that my husband found that would track my walk/calories burned etc. Yet, stupid me, I ruined the whole thing by stopping to take THIS picture...
Yeah. Not only is it of crappy quality - it's cut way further off than I thought - since the sun was reflecting off of my screen and I couldn't see a damned thing. Oh well. I know that we walked for 35 minutes and I was truckin' because I wanted to see the results. Next time, no mediocre photography. Score one for Mother Nature, luring me in with her blue-skied trickery.
Pea took a short nap on the walk and decided it was playtime again once we got home. I imagine that Brody barking in our faces as we entered the house had something to do with her alertness. I boiled up another twelve eggs (we make 24 each week) and I ate two for my snack/lunch. Scarlett had her bottle and then we continued playing, rotating her various options ie: Bouncy chair, pack 'n' play, doorway jumper, Baby Einstein exersaucer and of course rolling around in the floor. She LOVES to roll over and over and over - and I love to watch her do so.
That was our Monday minute by minute ... up until 1pm anyway. Hope you all have been enjoying your day as well!
March 8, 2012
The Scarlett Letters #3
all prettied up in pink & gray
bunny feet!!
LOVES this "handy" teether hehe
dressed for Spring in honor of this 64 degree day!!
loves to stick her feet through the crib railing
all smiles for mama
had to put the pack 'n' play in the living room today because...
Well, I have made one of the most popular "new mom" mistakes - I left Miss Scarlett unattended for a few minutes. She was laying on a big blanket in the floor with her toys all around her. She always rolls onto her stomach and plays but THIS time she decided to roll clear across the room. When I walked in she was over near the front door where we keep her toy box (a.k.a. storage ottoman). I was absolutely shocked that she could have gotten that far in the amount of time that I was gone! What a little scamp!! I used two blankets this morning and watched her rolling all around. It's actually hilarious. But I realized that if I need to leave the room I need to have a safe place to stash her - hence the lovely pack 'n' play. This all is happening too suddenly! I need her to move at a country pace - not a Manhattan pace. (Must invent a time-pausing device).
March 1, 2012
The Scarlett Letters #2
My dearest Scarlett,
Thank you so much for going to bed at eight o'clock two nights in a row! I have worked for five months to try to get you on this schedule. All of those times you would wake up and I would have to bounce you back to sleep for hours (since you refuse to let me rock you) I never realized it was because you were overtired. I didn't know that I should have just tried putting you down to sleep earlier to benefit us all. How was I to know that you could forgo an entire bottle so easily? A mere two ounces extra in your bottle has allowed you to sleep soundly and not wake forty-five minutes after you fall asleep. The fact that you stay happily in your crib until I come up and get you each morning makes my life a true JOY. You are amazing. People continue to tell me, "just wait" -as though I am to sit and dread some terrible routine that you're going to get into. I refuse to just wait, dwelling on some possible negative scenario around the bend. I enjoy you now. You have slept through the night since you were about eight weeks old and we are so very thankful for that. I don't mind that you don't take more than a couple of catnaps during the day because you give me a full night's sleep which allows me to enjoy you even more. Last night I accomplished a full pedicure and manicure once you drifted off ... and I dedicate them to you. My love, my heart, my moon. I love you more than you will ever truly know. Always, Mama.
February 28, 2012
the "I jus-hafta"s
I have come to realize that as soon as we came home from the hospital my husband and I also gave birth to a whole new world of language. Here we were with this beautiful bundle of joy, brand new to the world, and while we should have been focused on bringing our smart cards to the table we were acting as though we just failed kindergarten.
Oohs too cuutes?? Youuus too cuuutes!! Oohs does pee?? Ooh dizz sweets!
Just a glimpse of the ridiculousness. Which is to be expected, I mean, I know there aren't many new parents who are reading their four day old baby The Wall Street Journal. I think allowing yourself to be silly is partly what makes a good parent a GREAT parent.
All goo-goo and raspberries aside - I did pick up on one pretty interesting oddity that occurred shortly after the baby was yanked from my uterus. I noticed that my husband and I began to quite frequently use the phrase, "I jus-hafta". The phrase is most often uttered to the spouse having "free-play" while the utterer is holding/watching the baby.
Examples:
"I jus-hafta shave and brush my teeth"
"I jus-hafta run downstairs and do my workout"
"I jus-hafta wash my face and file my nails"
"I jus-hafta take my vitamins and vacuum the living room"
"I jus-hafta finish burning the photos"
You get the idea. And yes, some are more elaborate than others - usually I am the dramatic one. I will sometimes add five things to the list. I didn't really notice Gregg doing this until recently but I always felt guilty as the words would leave my mouth. Seemed as though I was trying to get away with something when really I was just rushing off to a chore or task. It's not like either of us say "I jus-hafta go lay in bed and watch three hours of Boardwalk Empire while eating cotton candy." I should mention that neither of us feel as though playing with our daughter is something we'd like to be rescued from. I savor every second I have with her - BUT there are times when everybody needs a tag-in. Hence, the "I hafta"s.
Oohs too cuutes?? Youuus too cuuutes!! Oohs does pee?? Ooh dizz sweets!
Just a glimpse of the ridiculousness. Which is to be expected, I mean, I know there aren't many new parents who are reading their four day old baby The Wall Street Journal. I think allowing yourself to be silly is partly what makes a good parent a GREAT parent.
All goo-goo and raspberries aside - I did pick up on one pretty interesting oddity that occurred shortly after the baby was yanked from my uterus. I noticed that my husband and I began to quite frequently use the phrase, "I jus-hafta". The phrase is most often uttered to the spouse having "free-play" while the utterer is holding/watching the baby.
Examples:
"I jus-hafta shave and brush my teeth"
"I jus-hafta go on the computer and check something real quick" {Sidenote: I LOVE "real quick" simply because it feels like you're inconveniencing the other person a bit LESS if they believe you will be SO FAST - a la Napoleon Dynamite: "Can I try really quick?" in the infamous bicycle scene}
"I jus-hafta finish doing these dishes and call my mom""I jus-hafta run downstairs and do my workout"
"I jus-hafta wash my face and file my nails"
"I jus-hafta take my vitamins and vacuum the living room"
"I jus-hafta finish burning the photos"
You get the idea. And yes, some are more elaborate than others - usually I am the dramatic one. I will sometimes add five things to the list. I didn't really notice Gregg doing this until recently but I always felt guilty as the words would leave my mouth. Seemed as though I was trying to get away with something when really I was just rushing off to a chore or task. It's not like either of us say "I jus-hafta go lay in bed and watch three hours of Boardwalk Empire while eating cotton candy." I should mention that neither of us feel as though playing with our daughter is something we'd like to be rescued from. I savor every second I have with her - BUT there are times when everybody needs a tag-in. Hence, the "I hafta"s.
November 29, 2011
a mama at last ...
I feel like I am looking at my blog for the first time all over again! I was a bit rusty when it came to revamping but I figured it out - in between my baby's naps that is!
YES, that is right, "babybloggins" is finally here! She arrived on September 24 at 8:09 PM via C-section - after much coaxing. I ended up having to be induced due to a discrepancy with the ultrasound measurements, basically. I was in labor for roughly 48 hours with barely any progression when we all decided that a C-section would be best. I'm a tough cookie but the recovery was pretty brutal if I'm being honest ... and it was a breeze if I'm lying through my teeth. Luckily, Gregg was home with me for three weeks and during that time we were able to enjoy the start of our new family life together. What a trip it has been! We just love her so much, she's an absolute doll.
It has been quite a ride so far... and I'm loving every second of it. Sure, I've been peed on, pooped on, spit-up on and even had two lovely projectile bottle-puking experiences - but it's all part of the journey, and it's all wonderful. I have learned so much - by doing. I listen to advice and take most of it into consideration but I mostly prefer the trial-and-error process. It might take me a little longer to get everything down but I get there eventually and I have a great sense of accomplishment when I do. I'm pretty proud of my ability to keep Scarlett on a great schedule. I started very early on. I know, I know, "babies can't be put on a schedule, they change all the time" ... blah blah blah. Heard it all, read it all. She does have her days and nights where she is completely out-of-sorts but for the most part she follows the schedule that we set for her. We used to do bedtime at 9:30 pm, she would be up at 1:00 am and again at 4:00 am for feedings and diaper changes. But for the past two weeks it's been lights-out between 10-11 pm and she sleeps anywhere from 6-9 hours!! What a blessing! Sure, it could all change tomorrow and for the next three months but I'll take it as it comes.
My favorite thing to do with Scarlett is read to her. When she is on her changing table, fed and freshly changed, she loves to play (for about 20-30 minutes, tops - haha). We have several noise-makers that she is into, rattles and little singing plushies - but she loves story time too. I enjoy finding new books for her and watching how the ones that she LOATHES on Tuesday can become her favorite on Wednesday. She recently started making lots of noise herself. Along with the adorable smiles we get to hear her jumbled up baby language. I adore it. Last night she even started imitating sounds that I make to her... it's so stinkin' cute!
I am really enjoying the holiday season this year. It sure is fun picking out toys and books for the little shmoop. We finally get to play Santa!! The Christmas decorations went up the day after Thanksgiving (as usual) and it is quite festive on the first floor. I had a hard time settling on a stocking for Scarlett but finally found the perfect one. I'm not into "baby's first Christmas" items (or mixing pink with red and green decor for that matter). I wanted something that she can keep throughout the years. So, in the end, a stocking adorned with the Peanuts Christmas characters Snoopy and Woodstock won it's place on the mantle. It fits right in.
Scarlett is 9 weeks old and going to her "2 month checkup" tomorrow. Here come the shots. Oh, how I dread it. Watching her scream in the hospital when they pricked her little foot was just heartbreaking. I hope she recovers quickly... I hope I do too.
I plan to do my best to get back to blogging on a regular basis. I'd love to update you all with stories of our day-to-day shenanigans, if time allows.
Be well.
YES, that is right, "babybloggins" is finally here! She arrived on September 24 at 8:09 PM via C-section - after much coaxing. I ended up having to be induced due to a discrepancy with the ultrasound measurements, basically. I was in labor for roughly 48 hours with barely any progression when we all decided that a C-section would be best. I'm a tough cookie but the recovery was pretty brutal if I'm being honest ... and it was a breeze if I'm lying through my teeth. Luckily, Gregg was home with me for three weeks and during that time we were able to enjoy the start of our new family life together. What a trip it has been! We just love her so much, she's an absolute doll.
Scarlett June ... my little moon
It has been quite a ride so far... and I'm loving every second of it. Sure, I've been peed on, pooped on, spit-up on and even had two lovely projectile bottle-puking experiences - but it's all part of the journey, and it's all wonderful. I have learned so much - by doing. I listen to advice and take most of it into consideration but I mostly prefer the trial-and-error process. It might take me a little longer to get everything down but I get there eventually and I have a great sense of accomplishment when I do. I'm pretty proud of my ability to keep Scarlett on a great schedule. I started very early on. I know, I know, "babies can't be put on a schedule, they change all the time" ... blah blah blah. Heard it all, read it all. She does have her days and nights where she is completely out-of-sorts but for the most part she follows the schedule that we set for her. We used to do bedtime at 9:30 pm, she would be up at 1:00 am and again at 4:00 am for feedings and diaper changes. But for the past two weeks it's been lights-out between 10-11 pm and she sleeps anywhere from 6-9 hours!! What a blessing! Sure, it could all change tomorrow and for the next three months but I'll take it as it comes.
My favorite thing to do with Scarlett is read to her. When she is on her changing table, fed and freshly changed, she loves to play (for about 20-30 minutes, tops - haha). We have several noise-makers that she is into, rattles and little singing plushies - but she loves story time too. I enjoy finding new books for her and watching how the ones that she LOATHES on Tuesday can become her favorite on Wednesday. She recently started making lots of noise herself. Along with the adorable smiles we get to hear her jumbled up baby language. I adore it. Last night she even started imitating sounds that I make to her... it's so stinkin' cute!
I am really enjoying the holiday season this year. It sure is fun picking out toys and books for the little shmoop. We finally get to play Santa!! The Christmas decorations went up the day after Thanksgiving (as usual) and it is quite festive on the first floor. I had a hard time settling on a stocking for Scarlett but finally found the perfect one. I'm not into "baby's first Christmas" items (or mixing pink with red and green decor for that matter). I wanted something that she can keep throughout the years. So, in the end, a stocking adorned with the Peanuts Christmas characters Snoopy and Woodstock won it's place on the mantle. It fits right in.
Scarlett is 9 weeks old and going to her "2 month checkup" tomorrow. Here come the shots. Oh, how I dread it. Watching her scream in the hospital when they pricked her little foot was just heartbreaking. I hope she recovers quickly... I hope I do too.
I plan to do my best to get back to blogging on a regular basis. I'd love to update you all with stories of our day-to-day shenanigans, if time allows.
Be well.
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