A would-be stay at home mom working full-time as a teacher. I teach at my old Highschool, working side-by-side with my own teachers. I blog to keep the Texan grandparents updated and chronicle our life for future reference. (In other words, I don't have a real baby-book or diary.)
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The other day we went over to my parents place to watch a movie (HA!). Between Jer and I we saw 3/4 of it. For whatever reason Samantha would NOT go to sleep. So, after lots of crying and passing her back and forth we decided to just let her sit with us in the dark room with the TV and see if she'd doze (another HA!).
She ended up doing this:
We all ended up watching her rather than the movie. There is NOTHING on the ceiling. Not a fan nor light (well, the light was turned off). The only light is coming from the TV and a small side table lamp. So what the heck is she talking to?
I'd like to think her guardian angel is entertaining her, but she does the same thing at home, talking to our ceiling fan...
During a routine visit to my parents (for dinner, of course!) my mother had made her famous Ham and Noodles (with a delicious cream sauce), Garlic Bubble loaf (a family favorite for years), and my brother, his girlfriend and Jeremy were in the midst of a conversation about hamburgers, french fries and other such novelties that made my zucchini and squash dinner taste more and more bland. Finally I begged,
"Can we please stop talking about food I can't have?"
Ok, so I'm a little behind. We've had a birthday and out-of-town cousins visiting, so we've been living at Grandma's and Papa's!
Anywho, I can't believe my baby is 2 months! But I'm lovin' it. She is so interactive now and MUCH happier now that her tummy doesn't hurt. But I really really wish this child liked to sleep. Or at least when I was around.
This past week we had 2 days of her going to sleep SO easily and often I couldn't stop smiling. Then we had 2 days of her staying up for SEVEN HOURS STRAIGHT (and fussed). Then we had 1 day of sleeping ALL day and 1 day of fussing. And then 2 days (ok, so that's 8 total, I'm counting Sunday to Sunday) of being sooooo happy and taking lots of good naps. Of course, the past two days were the days I wasn't taking care of her. These were the days Papa and Daddy were taking care of her. These were the days where she took 2 hr naps while mommy was out. And of course she always woke up just in time for me to come home, and then would fall asleep when I left again.
So, I'd like to say I know my daughter better. I'd like to say I know her likes and dislikes and give you stories of how she does such-and-such. But she's a different baby every day. One day she will only sleep swaddled. The next she'll fight it and won't sleep til you let her out. Same with sleeping positions, places, pacifiers and everything else. It-is-ex-haus-ting! But then she does things like smiles at me while nursing (first time Yesterday!) and it just melts my heart!
Here is what we DO know :) 8 week stats (done at 7 weeks): 8lbs, 11 oz (10%) 22 1/2 in tall (60%) 15 in head circ. (50%) -hence why she still can't hold her head up!
She still fits into newborn clothing (I think I'll cry the day she's too big...), but with the cloth diapers should really be in 0-3 mo.
She is cooing.
She follows us around the room (with her eyes, she's not mobile yet ;))
She is getting some gorgeous locks.
She sleeps like a rock on Grandma and Papa's bed.
Oh! I remembered one like of hers! She loooooves bathtime!
We have not been able to get Samantha to take a pacifier (or at least one other than Jer's finger) We did not want a binky baby, but with all the screaming and constant rooting, I'd be thrilled if she took a binky. The past couple of days I've been putting her on my chest, face down and she snorts like a little piggy and burries her head in my chest. We joke that she's looking for a truffle.
Today, after an hour of screaming non-stop, I decided to try the pacifier yet again:
(Say! I DO like green eggs and ham!)
now, if only we could find these...they seem to have disappeared during the move.
Up from 3am-5am with a very gassy baby. Up at 7 again, screaming off and on til 10. Squirmed and sweated and screamed and tooted til 12pm (not me, the baby) FINALLY pooped and crashed at 1pm (again, the baby)
so long, chocolate, my sweet love...(this time, for me)