Sunday, September 28, 2008
Well this is it. After 11 weeks home with Lola, I am going back to work tomorrow (Monday). I have mixed feelings, of course, but am excited to get back to work. As it's both election and budget season, I should be pretty busy.
We spent these past few days just being with Lola as much as possible and enjoying her every smile. Thursday, especially, was special. Every day she and I do her "exercises" in which we practice sitting up, standing and doing tummy time. She was on her tummy looking around and starting to kind of flail all over the place and rolled herself onto her back. She didn't realize what she had done and started crying. So fun!
I am so thankful to have had this time with her. She is such an angel.
- Bethany :)
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Lola made her long-awaited first trip to the headwaters of the Mississippi River today. We figured that it was about time to take her to a state park and decided Itasca was ideal for her inaugural visit. (Itasca also was where Ray and I went to celebrate the day we found out we were expecting.)
Well, as our luck would have it, there was a wedding taking place literally in the waters at the headwaters and a crowd of about a hundred were gathered around the riverside. We couldn't really wait for the wedding to end as Lola was less than thrilled with the experience. We took a few quick pictures along the shore of Lake Itasca and a few further down along the Mississippi. As you can see, it was a beautiful fall day -- the leaves are just breathtaking up here.
Just thought I would share.
- Bethany :)
Monday, September 15, 2008
Miss Lola had her two-month checkup today, which included her first round of shots.
She must have known what was coming because she made every effort this morning to make us late or keep us from going. First, she slept until I had I wake her up at 9:30, then I finally got her dressed and into her car seat at which point she decided it was a perfect time for a poopy diaper. Then, she peed all over the changing pad. When we were finally ready to go again, she spit up all over her outfit and I had to change her. It was an exhausting 45 minutes.
The doctor's visit went as one might expect. She was smiley and happy until the pediatrician began checking her over. She really didn't like the tongue compressor thing.
But the worst was yet to come. She did not handle the shots well. Not that I expected her to, but I was hopeful. Upon first stick, she shrieked like crazy -- and then when the second one came, she wanted to scream and her face remained deep red/purple, but she kinda' didn't want to breathe. the nurse had to gently nudge her to get her to take a breath. That was fun.
She slept for the next few hours, but would wake herself to up to scream and then go back to sleep. She had a slight fever this afternoon, but is smiley and happy -- enjoying her toys again -- so we're just going with it. We'll see how the night goes.
12 pounds, 12.8 ounces
her head is 16 inches
All of which puts her in the 95th percentile
So all in all, we survived round one. I decided, however, that next time it's Daddy's turn to go.
- Bethany :)
Saturday, September 6, 2008
I've decided that babies are a lot smarter than anyone gives them credit for. For instance, Lola has always been close to rolling over and has even mastered rolling over while lying atop a pillow. But, really, what does she have to gain in rolling over quickly? She'd just be one step closer to sitting up on her own, crawling and standing on her own. She'd have already set the bar so that Ray and I would expect that she would soon be walking -- and then she would just be that much closer to having a dishrag put in her hand and being directed to the dirty dishes in the sink.
So, really, it's to her benefit that she hold off. I mean, whether she walks at 12 months or 22 months, we're still going to coo and squeal and be just as excited no matter what month is it.
I'm pretty sure she has figured this out, too. Lola, who has always loved her paci, now refuses to take it unless the giver literally clucks like a chicken or makes what Ray calls a "chipmunk noise" by clicking one's teeth repeatedly. So she not only has us bending over and sprinting from the other side of the room when it falls out of mouth, but she now has us acting like Alvin the Chipmunk.
Seriously, if babies could communicate with one another, I wonder what they would talk about? Baby A would say he has caregivers running around the house looking for the only paci that keeps him happy. Baby B says she reserves all her smiles until her dad does the Macarena. And Lola would say she has her parents imitating wildlife about six times every hour.
But, of course, she's so darn cute that it's worth it.
We're also thrilled to help whenever we can. For about a week now Lola has been developing a move in which she puts her paci back in her mouth on her own. When it falls out of her mouth, if it gets caught at her neck, she throws both her hands up toward her face and about one time in five she is able to put the nuk back in place. Well, of course, this doesn't always work and when it falls between her legs or off the her side, she needs help. But, when she sees you coming, she kind of panics and repeatedly throws her hands up, as if to say, "Leave me along; I can do it on my own." Then, when you do get it for her, she clamps her mouth shut and glares at you...until you make the chipmunk noise. Then, she smiles and opens up.
Yup. She's already got us trained.
- Bethany :)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Sheesh, I'm not very good at updating this very often, am I? Sorry, we've been busy and I get distracted easily.
It is so hard to believe that Lola is seven weeks old! She continues to grow and become more aware and playful each week. No longer do we just play with her in her bassinet or on a blanket. Instead, she now reaches for and grabs the toys and rattles above her in her play gym, and she loves to set off the music and lights above her while she sits in her bouncy chair.
She also seems to be developing a stronger ability to recognize faces and voices. While I think she has always recognized my voice, she now will look for me when she hears me in the room or will watch me if I walk past her.
OK, I probably shouldn't complain about this, but if Lola stays on schedule, she sleeps about six hours a night, which should be great, right? Well, after sleeping six hours, she thinks is playtime and wants to stay up. A typical night has us starting to try to get her to sleep about 8 p.m. and her finally falling asleep between 10 and 11, sleeping until 4 or 5 a.m. And then she's up. She's smiley and alert and wants to play. I wrestle with her for another hour or two until she falls asleep for a little while longer. It's exhausting. I mean, it was better when she would only sleep three hours at a time -- at least if she slept from 11 p.m. until 2 a.m., she would instantly fall back to sleep and I could go back to bed.
So, in summary, we continue to work on getting her to fall asleep.
But, really, she's a complete doll. She makes us laugh and smile all of the time. And she is screaming a little bit less these days, knock on wood, which is very nice.
Thanks for checking on us,
- Bethany :)