What? You're getting a tooth. You're only 3.5 months old, June.
STOOOPPPPPP growing up so fast!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Junie Beth, 3 months old
Dear June,
Guess what, Chubs? When I took you in this morning for your shot-only appointment, I snuck you on the scale and you weigh 15.5 lbs and that's apparently more than your 8 month old friend, Cora! We love the chubby babies around here, so keep it up.
You are getting so big - you're definitely no longer a tiny little infant larvae. You're a real baby with a personality and everything. I know you're going to be a mover and you'll give me a run for my money. You rolled over at 2.5 months and at 3 months you're always trying to sit up in your carseat. I have a mirror in front of your seat in the car and whenever I look back at you, you look like you're trying to get out. "No car riding for me, thanks, I'll just be going now."
You are still spitting up like CA-RAZY. Usually I just let you puke all over me because I'm Sisyphus here. You puke, I change my clothes and you puke again. No sense in trying to prevent getting covered in baby vomit because it's inevitable. But then sometimes I forget and when I turn my head to one side, I think, "What the hell is that smell?" Oh, right. PUKE! But, whatevs. You're still getting fat and chubby and I know you'll outgrow it.
Just like your big sis, you love to sleep in the swing. I guess I now officially owe my sanity to Fisher Price, makers of the Aquarium Cradle Swing. The other night the batteries ran out and I figured I'd see if you'd sleep in bed all night with me (you usually sleep about half the night in my bed). We're headed to New York next week and I can't take the swing with me so I thought it would be a good trial run. The answer? NO, SIR. It's not like you fuss or anything, you just seem like you're having some kind of spastic episode. No bueno. So guess who's buying a used swing in Brooklyn?
Man, I love you, kiddo. You're just the sweetest, happiest, most go-with-the-flow baby around. Whenever Zoe goes off with the big kids or spends the day at Grandpa's, I always intend to strap you on my back and get things accomplished around the house but I almost always just lay around with you. I make stupid noises and you laugh and I snuggle up and smell your neck (I have no idea how it smells so good with all the puke you pour all over it). I just want to drink you in because I know you'll grow up way too fast.
I love you, sweet girl.
-Mama
Guess what, Chubs? When I took you in this morning for your shot-only appointment, I snuck you on the scale and you weigh 15.5 lbs and that's apparently more than your 8 month old friend, Cora! We love the chubby babies around here, so keep it up.
You are getting so big - you're definitely no longer a tiny little infant larvae. You're a real baby with a personality and everything. I know you're going to be a mover and you'll give me a run for my money. You rolled over at 2.5 months and at 3 months you're always trying to sit up in your carseat. I have a mirror in front of your seat in the car and whenever I look back at you, you look like you're trying to get out. "No car riding for me, thanks, I'll just be going now."
You are still spitting up like CA-RAZY. Usually I just let you puke all over me because I'm Sisyphus here. You puke, I change my clothes and you puke again. No sense in trying to prevent getting covered in baby vomit because it's inevitable. But then sometimes I forget and when I turn my head to one side, I think, "What the hell is that smell?" Oh, right. PUKE! But, whatevs. You're still getting fat and chubby and I know you'll outgrow it.
Just like your big sis, you love to sleep in the swing. I guess I now officially owe my sanity to Fisher Price, makers of the Aquarium Cradle Swing. The other night the batteries ran out and I figured I'd see if you'd sleep in bed all night with me (you usually sleep about half the night in my bed). We're headed to New York next week and I can't take the swing with me so I thought it would be a good trial run. The answer? NO, SIR. It's not like you fuss or anything, you just seem like you're having some kind of spastic episode. No bueno. So guess who's buying a used swing in Brooklyn?
Man, I love you, kiddo. You're just the sweetest, happiest, most go-with-the-flow baby around. Whenever Zoe goes off with the big kids or spends the day at Grandpa's, I always intend to strap you on my back and get things accomplished around the house but I almost always just lay around with you. I make stupid noises and you laugh and I snuggle up and smell your neck (I have no idea how it smells so good with all the puke you pour all over it). I just want to drink you in because I know you'll grow up way too fast.
I love you, sweet girl.
-Mama
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Yay! She rolled over!
She rolled over from her back to her tummy today! It was excruciating to watch, but she finally pulled her little arm out and made it. Hoorah!
Exclamation point!
Exclamation point!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Two months!
Two months already!
Junie had her checkup with Dr. Fisher on Thursday. She weighed in at 13lbs 12 oz and is off the charts (99.5 percentile) for height at 25 inches.
I was much more together this time for her first shots. Well, she only got one injection, so it was much easier.
Go, June! You're growing like a champ!
Monday, May 30, 2011
9 weeks
Hi June!
Today you are 9 weeks old and you are just the sweetest little bean. You are smiley when you're awake and you sleep well when you're asleep (your favorite place to sleep is in the swing or on someone's body). You rarely ever cry and you absolutely light up for your siblings. You are like a little tiny ray of light, I swear. I know that makes me sound like a hippie (I'm not - despite my lazy hair removal habits) but it's really true. I speak the truth (except sometimes when telemarketers call - I like to tell them lies).
It's a good thing you are the cutest, best-smelling, smiliest, mellowest baby ever because you love to spit-up all your breastmilk. ALL OVER ME. And all over the floor and all over your playmat. Between you and your sister, who has started changing her clothes about seven hundred times a day, I am getting really good at doing laundry.
But guess what? I don't care. You can spit up all over me as much as you want. That's how much I love you.
You're getting to be awesome at your neck control and pretty soon you'll be sitting up in your little Bumbo seat and getting all BIG and chubby. I just ordered you a bunch of sun gear so we can spend the summer at the pool and beach. I already sunburned you once and I vow never to do it again. People will probably make fun of me, but you're going to be the most well-protected baby at the pool. You just wait and see.
I love you like the dickens, Baby Bean. If I could sleep in the crook of your neck, I would. But you're tiny and I am huge, so that's out. That's maybe a little too Of Mice and Men.
Love,
Mama
Today you are 9 weeks old and you are just the sweetest little bean. You are smiley when you're awake and you sleep well when you're asleep (your favorite place to sleep is in the swing or on someone's body). You rarely ever cry and you absolutely light up for your siblings. You are like a little tiny ray of light, I swear. I know that makes me sound like a hippie (I'm not - despite my lazy hair removal habits) but it's really true. I speak the truth (except sometimes when telemarketers call - I like to tell them lies).
It's a good thing you are the cutest, best-smelling, smiliest, mellowest baby ever because you love to spit-up all your breastmilk. ALL OVER ME. And all over the floor and all over your playmat. Between you and your sister, who has started changing her clothes about seven hundred times a day, I am getting really good at doing laundry.
But guess what? I don't care. You can spit up all over me as much as you want. That's how much I love you.
You're getting to be awesome at your neck control and pretty soon you'll be sitting up in your little Bumbo seat and getting all BIG and chubby. I just ordered you a bunch of sun gear so we can spend the summer at the pool and beach. I already sunburned you once and I vow never to do it again. People will probably make fun of me, but you're going to be the most well-protected baby at the pool. You just wait and see.
I love you like the dickens, Baby Bean. If I could sleep in the crook of your neck, I would. But you're tiny and I am huge, so that's out. That's maybe a little too Of Mice and Men.
Love,
Mama
Thursday, May 5, 2011
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