It honestly seems like yesterday that I was writing her 'one month' post and here I am composing her two months post. Time is going faster than I can ever recall it going before. Just when we start to get accustomed to how she does things, she changes it up completely and we start all over again. I suppose that's how it will be for the next 20 years.
It's been a big month. We traveled across the state twice to welcome two new additions to our families and once for a day of shopping and learned that our baby is just like her mama: a total busy body. Ski is not-so-secretly terrified by this. Keeping up with two "I don't know how to sit still" women leaves him lying awake at night wondering how he is going to do it. As it should. She is happy as happy can be as long as we keep moving but when we try to get her to settle in for a quiet night of Twins baseball, she screams her bloody head off. Just like how mommy screamed at daddy last year during Fantasy Football season. She must have been listening and learning from the inside, I guess. I've started to think her fiestiness is humorous. Instead of getting frustrated, I just laugh at her and call her my little Spirited baby. Because that's the category she falls in to according to the Baby Whisperer. Spirited. It doesn't get much more appropriate than that.
I have been in denial about switching from "N" to "1" diapers...partly because I don't want to throw away the package of "N" we have left and partly because then I would have to admit that she's growing. And she's growing too fast. At four weeks she was 7lbs 6oz and at six weeks she was 8lbs 6oz and at eight weeks 9lbs 3oz. That's an astonishing rate of a pound every two weeks. She's finally starting to fit in to some of our 0-3 month clothes but the problem now is that all of them are for summer and not really warm enough for the fall. My little Spirited baby...in a big fat hurry to show up a month early and then forces mommy to buy all new clothes for fall. I'm not too upset about this but her daddy is. Especially considering I'm not currently making any money.
Renee likes to sleep just like her mommy. I was told breastfed babies don't sleep through the night but my baby is really working at it. She has been going to bed between 8-9PM and sleeping until 4AM at which point she eats and goes back to sleep until 10AM. I consider this a gift from God. She has Feed Fest 2007 in the morning where she nurses for three hours straight but if it means I get to sleep for six consecutive hours, I'll take the abuse on my hooters.
She's still FUSSY in the evenings as soon as daddy gets home. This drives both me and Ski absolutely insane. She's an angel all day and then when he gets home to spend time with her and I get an adult around to have a conversation with, she cries. Have I mentioned she's Spirited?
This month was her big month to finally figure out that there is a world going on around her. She stares and intently studies EVERYTHING these days. I was so sad the other night when I realized that she was crying because she DIDN'T want to be held. When you spend two months complaining that all you ever do is hold the baby and then suddenly she doesn't want you to hold her anymore, you somehow feel abandoned. I already miss holding her and find myself eating up our snuggles during the night or in the mornings when she's still trying to wake up.
She smiles her fool head off whenever I talk to her and it makes me melt to know that she finally knows who loves her more than anyone in the whole wide world. She sticks her tongue out at me when I stick mine out at her. I think she even noticed that she had cats the other day. Simon and Sasha have been secretly plotting how to be rid of her since her arrival but she is just starting to be thankful they are here. I think I saw her smiling at Sasha the other day which I can tell myself is true because I desparately want the cats and the baby to get along. I should admit the smile really isn't saying much as I have seen her smile at a lamp before.
Renee is still a puker. I keep telling Ski that my one wish for our next child should we be blessed with another is that s/he doesn't puke as much as Renee. The copious amounts of puke are pretty disgusting...everything in our house is covered with a thin layer of vomit. And I'm not saying this for pure shock value, it is true.
I am completely and utterly dreading going back to work and have become mildly obsessive about worrying about it. I cry when I even think about it and just can NOT imagine paying someone else to spend time with the sweetest little girl on earth so that I can go to work and build websites. It seems completely counter-intuitive. Unfortunately, we as a society have become so consumer-driven that we live so far beyond our means that it is virtually impossible to have a single-income family. I'm the first the admit that I am guilty of spending more than I should but I blame the adverstisements and media for making me feel like I have to have it all. And now that I have it all, what I really want is to stay home and watch my little girl grow up. Unfortunely, the return policy on furniture, computers and cameras are usually less than 30 days and for now I'm stuck with the hand I've dealt myself. I've said it before and I'll say it again: My next marriage will be for money. Screw this love crap. Seeing as how these posts are going in Renee's baby book, I should make sure to mention that I am totally kidding when I say that. I love your daddy and wouldn't trade him for a million dollars. Well OK, maybe for a million but certainly not for a penny less than that.
Her current favorite place is her Boppy Baby Lounger.
We tried out the Bumbo for the first time this week and she loved it...a new viewpoint of the world, I suppose.
She is just starting to obsess about textures...I busted her making out with her soft blankie just yesterday.
Someone emailed and asked me what a "Soothie" is so here it is in all its glory.
And this series pretty much sums up the month. Big, bigger, biggest smiles!
Here she is compared to her Doggie for Month Two.
And finally, as a new addition to the monthly posts, here is my absolute favorite picture of her this month. So sweet and innocent.
