Last Thursday you turned two months old. I would’ve written then, but hey, I’m a mother and it’s a miracle if I remember to brush my teeth every day, so be happy this is getting written at all! You have changed so much in the last month, it’s hard to know where to begin. You’ve turned in to this happy, little person, with such a big personality. When I took you to Grandma’s work so she could show you off, you laughed and smiled and cooed at every single person who came over to check you out. It’s in those moments when you look SO MUCH like your father. A little charmer already. I can just see the two of you running scams on innocent waitresses and convincing them that, yes, you do deserve a free dessert just because you are you. God help me.
You’ve also begun sleeping through the night on a fairly regular basis. Granted, every few nights you’ll wake up at 2 a.m. just to keep us on our toes, but for the most part, you’ve become quite the little sleeper. This means that you’re up more hours during the day, which has provided for some interesting afternoons. Sometimes I think I am boring the crap out of you with my constant prodding to get you to laugh, but you always give me a bored look and then break out into a huge smile, as if to humor me. And you don’t just smile with your mouth, but with your entire face. Your eyes squint and your nose wrinkles up and you contort your body like you just can’t contain all of the happiness in your little self.
Today we went for our two month checkup with Dr. Waters. He fulfilled the competitive people in your father and I by telling us you’re in the 95th percentile for weight and 75th percentile for height. Ha, my baby is fatter than 95 percent of all other babies! Ha ha! We win! He also said you’re way ahead in motor skills as you were staring at your hands and opening and closing your fists pratically the whole time. Apparently you’re not supposed to do that for a while. He also said your sleeping through the night is very lucky for us. Ha! Do you hear that?! We have one of the fattest, sleepiest babies with the best hand eye coordination. She’ll be able to shove a drumstick in her mouth in no time!
I’m so excited for this next month. According to Dr. Waters we should have you in an exersaucer in the next week or so, which should provide us with some hilarious moments. In two weeks we take your first big vacation, to the Peters family reuinion in Rhode Island. Yeah, airplane flight with small baby…good times. And no shots this month, yipee! Today was also your first round of baby shots and watching the stunned look on your face when they put in the first of FOUR NEEDLES into your leg was heartbreaking. Your poor little face just looked so sad. Then you fell asleep in my arms in the elevator, and I realized I will never feel more needed or wanted than I do right now. I like that feeling.
Now, I know I never really dished on the weekend of partying. Mostly, this is because I don’t have too much to say about it and I was too damn tired to type. My last big birthday bash was 2 days before I found out I was pregnant and I never really had a bachelorette party because of the fetus that kept crashing the fiesta, so I don’t take these free party nights for granted. Besides, Trent owes me as he is having a bachelor party AT OUR HOUSE! Yes, the baby and I are staying the night elsewhere, but still, he owes me. [Sidenote: Trent is bound to get pissed about me telling the world he’s throwing his baby girl and wife out so his drunken friends can have a place to stay, so my apologies. I’m actually excited to stay somewhere with central air, so I’m not complaining. And Trent is a wonderful father.]
Anyway, the parties were a good time. I must say, I’ve never seen so much double stick tape and table dancing all in one weekend, at least not unless it was on TV. Happy birthday to THE MARA and happy “getting married soon” day to Miss Amber. I’m glad you both decided to keep your tops and bottoms on for the celebration. Sort of.
Both nights I was out baby Lucy got a bit off schedule. I think she wanted to come with me and have a shot of tequilla and was extremely annoyed about her lack of invitation. So she backtracked a bit with the night sleeping. Both nights she was up at 3 a.m. and again at 6 a.m. screaming her ass off. She didn’t seem to understand that Mommy was out late and was tired and grumpy and constipated from Taco Bell. But as I’ve slowly started to recover, so has she, and last night she slept ALL NIGHT LONG. Granted, she woke up once at 2:30ish, but I just wrapped her back up like a burrito and put her back in her crib. Back to baby dreamland!
Now everyone is asking me if I’m finally getting some much-needed rest. Answer, um, kinda. I’m now on this strange clock that wakes me up every two hours with shooting pains in my boobs and the fear that the baby has suffocated in her crib. Why else would she stay there for such a long period of time?! Unless maybe she’s sneaking out late at night and watching the Lindsay Lohan True Hollywood Story on E!
While I was out this weekend celebrating birthdays and last days of singledom, Trent stayed home and played “house-husband” with Lucy. He kept making videos and sending me photos of her on my cell phone, which would be great if the sight of my lovely Lucy didn’t make my boobs leak all over the dinner table. Not attractive.
Trent decided to play for Lucy a new video we got from (this is going to be confusing) his brother’s girlfriend’s sister, who also has a 5 month old son. Below is the video of Molly guarding the family from tweeting bird puppets. Thank God Rottweilers are banned in some counties because this type of dog certainly should not be roaming the streets.
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2 Months
/3 Comments/in Lucy /by MeganDear Lucy,
Last Thursday you turned two months old. I would’ve written then, but hey, I’m a mother and it’s a miracle if I remember to brush my teeth every day, so be happy this is getting written at all! You have changed so much in the last month, it’s hard to know where to begin. You’ve turned in to this happy, little person, with such a big personality. When I took you to Grandma’s work so she could show you off, you laughed and smiled and cooed at every single person who came over to check you out. It’s in those moments when you look SO MUCH like your father. A little charmer already. I can just see the two of you running scams on innocent waitresses and convincing them that, yes, you do deserve a free dessert just because you are you. God help me.
You’ve also begun sleeping through the night on a fairly regular basis. Granted, every few nights you’ll wake up at 2 a.m. just to keep us on our toes, but for the most part, you’ve become quite the little sleeper. This means that you’re up more hours during the day, which has provided for some interesting afternoons. Sometimes I think I am boring the crap out of you with my constant prodding to get you to laugh, but you always give me a bored look and then break out into a huge smile, as if to humor me. And you don’t just smile with your mouth, but with your entire face. Your eyes squint and your nose wrinkles up and you contort your body like you just can’t contain all of the happiness in your little self.
Today we went for our two month checkup with Dr. Waters. He fulfilled the competitive people in your father and I by telling us you’re in the 95th percentile for weight and 75th percentile for height. Ha, my baby is fatter than 95 percent of all other babies! Ha ha! We win! He also said you’re way ahead in motor skills as you were staring at your hands and opening and closing your fists pratically the whole time. Apparently you’re not supposed to do that for a while. He also said your sleeping through the night is very lucky for us. Ha! Do you hear that?! We have one of the fattest, sleepiest babies with the best hand eye coordination. She’ll be able to shove a drumstick in her mouth in no time!
I’m so excited for this next month. According to Dr. Waters we should have you in an exersaucer in the next week or so, which should provide us with some hilarious moments. In two weeks we take your first big vacation, to the Peters family reuinion in Rhode Island. Yeah, airplane flight with small baby…good times. And no shots this month, yipee! Today was also your first round of baby shots and watching the stunned look on your face when they put in the first of FOUR NEEDLES into your leg was heartbreaking. Your poor little face just looked so sad. Then you fell asleep in my arms in the elevator, and I realized I will never feel more needed or wanted than I do right now. I like that feeling.
Love,
Mama
Holy Sleeping Baby
/0 Comments/in Lucy /by MeganNow, I know I never really dished on the weekend of partying. Mostly, this is because I don’t have too much to say about it and I was too damn tired to type. My last big birthday bash was 2 days before I found out I was pregnant and I never really had a bachelorette party because of the fetus that kept crashing the fiesta, so I don’t take these free party nights for granted. Besides, Trent owes me as he is having a bachelor party AT OUR HOUSE! Yes, the baby and I are staying the night elsewhere, but still, he owes me. [Sidenote: Trent is bound to get pissed about me telling the world he’s throwing his baby girl and wife out so his drunken friends can have a place to stay, so my apologies. I’m actually excited to stay somewhere with central air, so I’m not complaining. And Trent is a wonderful father.]
Anyway, the parties were a good time. I must say, I’ve never seen so much double stick tape and table dancing all in one weekend, at least not unless it was on TV. Happy birthday to THE MARA and happy “getting married soon” day to Miss Amber. I’m glad you both decided to keep your tops and bottoms on for the celebration. Sort of.
Both nights I was out baby Lucy got a bit off schedule. I think she wanted to come with me and have a shot of tequilla and was extremely annoyed about her lack of invitation. So she backtracked a bit with the night sleeping. Both nights she was up at 3 a.m. and again at 6 a.m. screaming her ass off. She didn’t seem to understand that Mommy was out late and was tired and grumpy and constipated from Taco Bell. But as I’ve slowly started to recover, so has she, and last night she slept ALL NIGHT LONG. Granted, she woke up once at 2:30ish, but I just wrapped her back up like a burrito and put her back in her crib. Back to baby dreamland!
Now everyone is asking me if I’m finally getting some much-needed rest. Answer, um, kinda. I’m now on this strange clock that wakes me up every two hours with shooting pains in my boobs and the fear that the baby has suffocated in her crib. Why else would she stay there for such a long period of time?! Unless maybe she’s sneaking out late at night and watching the Lindsay Lohan True Hollywood Story on E!
Molly, The Guard Dog
/2 Comments/in Molly /by MeganWhile I was out this weekend celebrating birthdays and last days of singledom, Trent stayed home and played “house-husband” with Lucy. He kept making videos and sending me photos of her on my cell phone, which would be great if the sight of my lovely Lucy didn’t make my boobs leak all over the dinner table. Not attractive.
Trent decided to play for Lucy a new video we got from (this is going to be confusing) his brother’s girlfriend’s sister, who also has a 5 month old son. Below is the video of Molly guarding the family from tweeting bird puppets. Thank God Rottweilers are banned in some counties because this type of dog certainly should not be roaming the streets.