October 2010
8 posts
Seven Weeks Old: It's a Jolly Holiday with...
When Maybelle holds your hand, you feel so grand. Your heart starts beating like a big brass band. It has been a jolly holiday indeed, these last seven weeks. With this being my last week home and Todd away, I’m trying to soak in all the highs, lows, and creamy middles.
There has been afternoons of long luxurious naps and short meandering strolls in the crisp fall air. And the songs. I...
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She Totally Smiled
She really did! She can look in your eyes and smile. With her whole face. And then if you’re lucky she’ll start wiggling and you’ll get a coo or a gurgle or whatever you want to call the cute sounds babies make. Her eyes just seem more open now, she looks like she is surveying the room. She makes good eye contact, seems more awake and alert. And if you’re super lucky and...
Six Weeks Old
This is the difference between a six-month-old and a six-week-old. Mitchell can pretty much look at camera for one thing. He also can sit up, hold his head up, and make adorable pre-word sounds. He seems so grown-up to me. As you can see, Maybelle is still mastering the art of sucking on her hand.
I was so proud of myself for taking her out of my comfort zone and going on grand adventures,...
Five Weeks Old: Interstate Traveller
Todd, Maybelle, and I went to Michigan for my cousin’s wedding. It was in a cool old building called the Blue Dress Barn. The weather was beautiful all weekend and there were many firsts. First time across state lines, first time in a restaurant, first night in a hotel, first big throw up. We got to see a lot of family, which was nice because we don’t have any family in the city. And...
Four Weeks Old: Goodbye Summer
So she’s four weeks old tomorrow, but I gotta take my moments when I get them. Here is a picture of Maybelle’s diapers hanging in the last bits of the summer sunshine. I’ve decided I like the Over the Nile fitteds now. Either they don’t smell so much after a few washes, or I’ve just become accustomed to everything smelling like pee.
Here she is rocking the...
The frustration has set in. It kind of started Wednesday, when Maybelle and I took a long walk in the park. It was a pleasant enough walk, along the Ronan Park River Edge. Saw ducks and flowers and even a mouse. Then when we got back, she cycled through the fussiness, starting with frantic feeding: rooting around like mad with flailing arms, latches, then after a few drinks she starts crying...
