Month Two

My little girl is two months old.  I might have just cried about that.  How is she getting bigger so quickly?

She's got an official nickname from N and I.  We sing it to her as we take care of her throughout the day.  N has not yet let go of his jealousy, but as she smiles more at him, he likes her more.  She is certainly willing to smile at N.  I will admit, the fact that she won't stop staring at me makes my heart go pitter-pat.  As I walk around the room, it doesn't matter who holds her or plays with her, she tries to look at me and I love her.

I take many iPhone pics and videos of the baby girl and I try to get out the video camera and SLR too.  No need to put her into therapy one day because N has fifteen billion times the photos/videos of him.

She is getting chubby too!  She gained two and a half pounds this last month.  Pretty good for a little baby I initially believed I was starving.  We got through her six week growth spurt and it was a bit painful, but once past that, it's gotten a bit easier.  She does love to eat, though.

She coos like a crazy person, often holding conversations with me.  We play silly games like "ka-pow" and peekaboo and "kiss attack".  Kiss attack is a personal fav (it involves me pointing to my lips, yelling kiss attack, and making kissing noises as I near her), but she likes peekaboo a bit more.  Ka-pow doesn't get many smiles from her, but it makes me nearly snort, so we keep playing it.  "What are you going to do to the boys who treat you badly?  You get up all in their business and go 'ka-pow' 'ka-pow' with your fists."  We accompany that with me helping her to punch these imaginary boys.

I'll admit, I find peekaboo kind of boring, but it's gotten the sound closest to a laugh, so we play it a LOT.  N likes to imitate these games I play or he then likes to play them with me.  Watching him ka-pow with her is hysterical.  Watching him play peekaboo with me is also hysterical. 

She's also starting to grab my clothes while she nurses, clutching onto me for dear life.  I kiss her fingers while she does this.  I've become one of those crazy women who loves nursing.  I feel like I should join LLL or something. 

That's my two month update on N2, otherwise known as the strawberry cake baby or the cupcake princess.  (N has a series of his own nicknames that he refuses to share with her that has forced me to be a little more creative with N2's names.)


Sometimes, I Do Crafty Stuff

Sometime during my pregnancy, I decided to do some crafty things, and I did them!  I really did.  But, as you all know, I either didn't have a good camera lens, or I was totally lazy about processing and posting photos.  So, this photo of a pillowcase I made for N is from October.  October.  I'm embarrassed. 

In fact, I'm even more embarrassed by the fact that I had this fabric for so long.

But, at least N likes it.  He sleeps with it every night that it isn't in the wash.  It's a pretty simple pillowcase made from the pattern in Heather Ross's Weekend Sewing.  The fabric is one I bought from a fellow blogger

I paired it with a neutral for the edging and the success of this project inspired me to buy fabric for a specifically autumnal pillow for N.  Which I did not make.  WEEP!

I'm the worst.

Sewn Pillowcase


Random Thoughts I've Thought Today

I realized today that I wanted to catalog some of the things I've been thinking.
  • I'm so over mending.  Maybe I should just pre-patch the knees on N's pants?
  • I didn't really care for the latest Superman movie, but that one scene in which he goes into space and he can everyone and their problems but he can't save them all was super awesome and stuck in my mind.  Why can't they explore that weakness in a storyline?  They glossed right over it.
  • Can two ounces of formula really mess up N2's digestive system this badly?
  • I wonder if I'll like these boots from Gap kids if I get them.  They only cost fifteen dollars.  It's probably worth it.  I hope a size three fits me.
  • Why don't I like the header text on this page that Helen sent me?  I can't pinpoint it and now I'm frustrated.
  • I get angry when I can't keep up with P when we watch Jeopardy together.  I hope that in a few years, N can enjoy Jeopardy with us rather than screaming over it with questions.
  • It makes me laugh pretty hard when N sings to himself, "Radio killed the video star" or he asks for the firefly song.  I'm glad he has good musical taste, but his interpretations of the music he hears makes me even happier.
  • I miss playing D&D.
  • By the time I have time to play Skyrim, a newer and better game will come along.
That's a snapshot of my thoughts.   As you can see, I'm both boring and dorky.  As a warning to all of you peeps, if your husband gives your newborn formula after they have only had breastmilk for a month or so (thus allowing you an extra hour and a half of sleep), your child will both be peeved and fussy about receiving the formula bottle, and they will be constipated for hours.  Sigh.