Week 10: On Cuteness and Hero Poop

Lexi,





Good morning my sweet baby girl! You're passed out on my chest which is wonderful because you've proven to be not much of a cuddler. Selfishly, your father and I wish that you were, and maybe someday you will be, but what you need right now is movement. Constant movement. If we stop moving, you start wailing. It's kind of unbelievable that you eventually fall asleep in my arms every night because I don't have to rock you to sleep or anything. 

This week you had your first round of immunizations. I'm so glad Daddy came because I wouldn't have been able to handle it on my own. You screamed when the nurse plunges those needles into your chubby little thighs, but Daddy held on tight and cuddled you like crazy while the nurse rang a bell in your face. Seriously? A bell? I guess it was meant to distract you from your discomfort but it only added to the chaos of the situation. I have you Tylenol for the first time that afternoon because you seemed so uncomfortable... and you slept for seven hours that night. SEVEN! O know that won't happen again for a long time, so thank you!

Speaking of sleeping, the other night when I went to bed, Daddy decided to copy your favoured sleeping stance - on your back, arms above your head. Seriously, it's one of the cutest things you do. I don't want to ever forget that part of you - but I know there are things about you that I will forget, and that's one of the saddest things in the world. Anyways, at this point, I can't decide if you're cuter asleep or awake. I think it's a tie. 

Your wakefulness has been an avenue for us to observe many changes this past week, the most obvious being your interactivity. You chatter constantly and look at everything around you. While you aren't quite grabbing things with your hand, you are beginning to show interest in them and swat at them. You're also smiling like crazy, an those smiles let Daddy and I know every day what a happy little girl you are. 

You know what else makes you happy? Poop. You love pooping. You're so happy after a good poop! Twice this week you introduced us to what I have dubbed "hero poops"mostly because changing one of those diapers is a heroic feat. I can't believe that much poop could come out of you in one go. I can't believe that much poop is stored INSIDE of you? Where do you fit it all, little girl? As Natalie exclaimed, "there was literally a full CUP of poop in her diaper." As tempting as it was to break out the old measuring cup, I think a visual guesstimate was accurate enough. And as long as poopy diapers mean you're eating, digesting, and growing, well, keep those hero poops coming. 

Love,

Mama