She Can be Taught

What have you taught me? That I have more patience than I ever thought. How to be selfless. The true meaning of taking things one day at a time. How to love BIG. That you really do change and grow as fast as people said you would. That the best thing in the world might just be holding you while you sleep. Not all babies like pacifiers. That babies don't really "sleep like a baby". That our sprinkler turns on at 3 every morning. Having a clean house isn't nearly as much fun as playing with you. That despite a Masters degree and twelve years experience in childcare, I really don't know much about anything.
Thank you, Lovebug!

Photo of the Week

When you're just that hungry, you've got to take matters into your own chubby hands.

A Poet, She is Not

Daddy mentioned the plethora of burp cloths we have in this house last night. He, jokingly, suggested a poem or a song. He probably should've written it, but he didn't. I did.

The Burp Cloth House

My Mommy lives in a Burp Cloth House
There's one in every Corner
One on the shoulder of her blouse.

There are handmade ones and store bought ones
Blue ones, white ones, even striped ones.

There's one with Chiefs helmets
Some with bugs
One even with my name on it(s).

Yes, My Mommy lives in a Burp Cloth House
There's one in every corner
For when I spit up on her blouse.


Sigh....Daddy really should've written it.

Napalicious

From www.YourDictionary.com:

Nap (def.) To doze or sleep lightly for a short time.

In my world this also means a nice break for mommy and a cure for your crabby mood. For some reason you have a lot of trouble with the idea of napping these days. It would help us all out a lot if you could try just a couple of these a day in your CRIB. I'm sure you think you'll miss out on something exciting. So, to put your mind at ease, here is what I plan to do the next time you take a nap: clean the bathroom, do some dishes, call Shiloh back, or maybe peruse the latest copy of People magazine. See, you're getting bored and sleepy just thinking about my to do list. Sweet dreams Lovebug. Rest well.

Bed Hog

How is it that someone so little can take up so much room in bed? We love to sleep with you on occasion, but we always end up regretting it. Without fail, you fall asleep with your arms sprawled out like a "T". I never noticed how very long your arms are. Once in the perfect "take up all the room" spot, you don't move....all night long. Can't you cut us some slack and fold your arms down some? Or haven't you noticed that's what those cute elbows are for?

Next Visit....A Pony

Your Kansas grandparents came to visit this past week. Boy did they spoil you. Even though you slept through the toy store shopping, you made out like a bandit. You've sure gotta be super cute to manage that! And you didn't disappoint. You were cute and talkative, smiley and wiggly all week long. You slept through the night (!) and entertained yourself while we were at restaurants. All in all, you have been an entirely different baby from the one I've seen the past three months. Now what will I blog about?!? Have you just been bored with me? Whatever it was, I hope you continue to have as much fun as you did this past week when grandma and grandpa came to town. Now, get to work on your wish list for their next visit, would ya? (Tell them you want a new camera and a new pair of shoes for Mommy)

Say "Cheese"

You had your first professional photos taken this week. You were such a rockstar! For an hour and a half you gave the photographer everything: projectile spit up, smiles, tears, a poopy diaper, wiggles, and a nice long nap. Mommy and Daddy had so much fun watching you pose for the camera. And since you also had so much fun, we'll do it again and again and again over your lifetime. Lucky Lovebug!

Photo of the Week

"My future's so bright...."

Thumb War

I'd rather you took a pacifier. But, after 10 weeks of colic, if sucking your thumb is soothing, then go for it! I am a bit concerned that it's so hard for you though. Honestly Lovebug, most little ones are doing it in the womb. At almost 14 weeks old, you still haven't totally figured out how to get your opposable thumbs into your mouth (not your eye, nose, or cheek) and then to the center of your tongue where you could then suck. The occasional time that you do, sadly, one suck and you push the thumb right back out, much to your despair. Other times, you try to get both thumbs into your little mouth at the same time. I fear you are a little slow to realize that if you can't manage to get one thumb in, you're not going to get both. Maybe you figure if you try both thumbs at once the odds will be with you and you'll get at least one in? I promise you that one day you will win this thumb war. Fight on Little Lovebug, fight on.

Cloth Diapering Hippie

I love using cloth diapers on you, Lovebug. Yes, I have to launder them every other day. Yes, there is the occasional leak when I've put them on wrong. Yes, you are 3 months old wearing 9 month sized onesies, in part so that they're long enough to snap over the extra bulk of a cloth diaper. But, honestly, who can resist a baby with a big ol' fluffy bum covered in whales?

Three Months Old and Colic Free

Happy 3 Months Lovebug! What an accomplishment. You've been colic free for almost two weeks now. You've finally figured out how to suck your thumb (it is super cute, but Mommy's dreading what this may mean in the future). You are so alert now and notice anything with lots of light and movement (like the television). You're starting to like the car seat thanks to the super fun toy bar that lights up. You're laughing in your sleep. Mommy can't wait for you to laugh when you're awake cause it's the cutest laugh ever. You're super talkative and are constantly wiggling. And, old man, your hair is falling out. Oddly enough, thus far, only the top of your head is losing hair. I feel a skullet coming on. Maybe you'll make Mommy's Mullet Scrapbook! I'm so excited for your next three months. I love you, Lovebug!

An Apology and The Scent of a Woman

I am amazed at how the scent of whomever held you last lingers in your hair until your next bath. Mommy is not a fan of chemically smells and so never wears perfume. But boy do your grandmas! When your grandma from Kansas came to visit you smelled like the perfume "Beautiful" for days. (Yes, I know I should bathe you more often.)And when your Montana grandma holds you, you smell just like her. It's not necessarily a bad thing, I'm just sorry that you constantly smell like old ladies. Really and truly sorry, Lovebug.