Here's some of Rosie's photos from the cowboy themed birthday party this weekend.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Friday, February 20, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Maia turned two months old yesterday! Hooray! Not hooray: that meant a round of two month vaccinations. Three shots in the leg and one nasty medicine orally. I had to leave the room while she got the shots, I couldn't handle it. Thank goodness grandma was there to hold her still for the nurse. She screamed so much, it didn't matter that I was in the hallway. It completely broke my heart. Then she got a fever and when I gave her the Tylenol the first time, I accidentally pushed too much into her mouth, and she started coughing, then threw up all the medicine plus her last meal, which had already started to digest so it smelled sour. This, after I had just changed her into a clean outfit. I did better the second time, but she really doesn't like to eat it. All through this though she has been her sweet, happy self, no fussing, all smiles and bright eyes. Best baby ever.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
This little nugget got over tired last night and then wouldn't go to sleep. Once daddy finally got her to sleep, she wouldn't wake up. I've been holding her since 3:45 in the morning, she's managed a little breakfast but needs to eat more before we go on her first long distance drive. Here's to hoping there's no crying in the car later....
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
~J. M. Barrie
Maia has just recently started laughing. Her laughs are sporadic so it's thrilling to catch one, like an elusive unicorn. She loves her balloon that Auntie Sanya gave her; sometimes I clip it onto the extra fabric at the bottom of her onesie so she can play with it. Sorry for the heartbeat and white noise sound, I didn't know I still had the white noise turned on that we use when we sleep.
I just had the genuinely heartbreaking experience of packing away clothes that Maia has already GROWN OUT OF. This onesie was SWIMMING on her when we got home from the hospital; her legs would get all tangled up because there was too much room (sunglasses for scale of how tiny she was). I am truly, legitimately, furrealsies sad right now. The first of many "my baby's growing up too fast" moments.