In half an hour, you will be exactly ten weeks old. Holy Cowgirl!
While we haven't done a whole lot since returning from Disneyland late last week, YOU have been quite the busy girl; filling up our empty days with all of the amazing things that you're doing. Namely, you're grabbing things, rolling over and cooing 'till the cows come home.
Last Saturday, the two of us were hanging out with daddy on our bed. I noticed that your fingernails were looking a little bit too long, so I did what any mom would do: I laid you down on the bed while I clipped your nails with the baby scissors (that don't cut your itty bitty liddle fingers, thank goodness). I set the scissors aside and turned to talk to your father, and when I looked back, you were waving the scissors like an American flag in your fist. In the seconds it had taken for me to turn away, you decided that you needed to figure out the "reach and grab technique." With scissors. I told your Nonni this; she found it amusing but immediately bought you a little rattle that would be better for a child your size to play with. We tried this rattle out on the boat the following day and breathed sighs of relief when you seemed to like that just as much as the aforementioned scissors.
Oy.
Yesterday, you and I were taking a nap on my bed, when you decided that it was time for yet another milestone: rolling over. As we woke up, you became very interested in your fist and decided to "chase" it. In the process, you rolled over from your back to your side to your stomach. Thinking it was a fluke, I put you back on your back, only for you to give me "the look" (which, at the age of two months, you've perfected quite nicely, thankyouverymuch)...and roll over again. And again. We repeated this process until finally you just got so frustrated with me putting you on your back again that you just threw in the towel and started crying. Sorry about that. I just couldn't believe that my little girl was rolling over already--two months ahead of schedule!
I waited for you to roll over today, and it didn't happen. Methinks we'll try it again in a day or so. You know, just to make sure that yesterday wasn't a fluke and all.
As you've been reaching these momentous milestones, you've also become quite the chatty Cathy. You will "talk" from morning until night. Your daddy and I have been having such a good time chatting it up with you, and I think you're having a good time chatting right back. Right now, our conversations are something like this:
Me: Aaahhh
You: Aaahooh.
Me: Aaaahhh
You: AaaOOOH? *spittle, spittle*
Me: OOOHHH.
You: Aaabllleeeh?
I don't know how to explain it, but when you respond to our baby talk, you manage to make it sound as though you're asking a question, complete with the inquisitive look in your eyes. These "conversations" have become the highlight of my days at home with you (which, by the way, are becoming numbered as I start school in a week and a half). I've taken several videos of these chats, but still don't know how to upload them onto the computer. I'm hoping to be able to figure it out by the time I go back to school. Maybe.
As if grabbing, rolling and cooing weren't enough, you also decided to grow on us. Two weeks ago, at your two month check up, you weighed 10 pounds 12 ounces and were 22.75 inches long. You fell exactly in the fifty percentile in height and weight when compared to other kids your age.
Then we went to Oregon, and you grew. We went to Disneyland, and you grew. We went to the front yard, and you grew...yeah, you get the idea. In between all of the bottles you've been drinking and naps you've been taking, you've hit quite the growth spurt.
This growth spurt means that the 0-3 month clothes that used to fit oh-so-well are now fitting oh-so-snug. Nuts. I teared up a little when I called my friend Amy's sister to see if she wanted any of your "old" clothes for her daughter. This was very difficult for me; I just can't wrap my brain around the fact that you're growing up--literally--before our eyes. I'm trying to look at the positive side of things: in spite of having an insane closet of clothes and very little time in which to wear them, we managed to get you in most outfits at least two times. In the case of your polka dot onesie which I really, really loooove, we got you in that sucker a whopping twenty times. I think. I didn't exactly keep a tally on the thing.
Apparently you aren't as excited by the polka dot onesie as Mommy is.
But I digress. The clothes that you wore for the first several months of your life will be no longer as of this weekend. They're bagged up and ready to go to little Lilly, and your new 3-6 month clothes have been washed and are anxiously awaiting the time in which you will wear them. Ok, so most of your "old" clothes have been bagged and are ready to go to Lilly. There's a few items that I just can't bear to give away just yet so we're hanging onto them. Surely we can get a few more wearings out of them in the next few weeks.
So can we strike a deal or something? Can you just stay little long enough for me to just watch you while I catch a breath? No? You've still got more growing to do? Bummer.
Love you, big girl!
your mommy
PS. As I finish up this post, it's exactly 12:02 AM--you're EXACTLY, to the minute, ten weeks old now. Happy 10 weeks!
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