Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Evelyn is 10 weeks old!

Evelyn is 10 weeks old!  She's huge.  She just is.

She drools and squeals and locks her legs when you balance her feet on your lap.

On Wednesday, she was generally awesome.

On Thursday, she had a fun day in Heber Springs with her mom (that's me!) and her Gil.  It was followed by a horrible evening, which was then followed by a fun night with her dad.

On Friday, she just chilled out.  I wore her in my sling and did some walking errands like going to the corner store and the library.

On Saturday, she went to Romance!  She saw all her aunts and uncles on my side.  She also did not take a nap for longer than 30 minutes--and even that was after a fight.  She seemed so intent on not missing anything.  A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G.  And by George, she didn't.  If you were talking, she was staring raptly at your face.  If you were walking, she wanted you to hold her.  If you were my mom, she wanted to pat your arm and put her mouth on you.

On Sunday, she took some very long naps.  We skipped church when we realized we didn't know where our umbrellas were.  She didn't seem to mind, especially since she was wearing some supergrubby and mismatched clothes.  She napped poorly again, even when we went to see her Dicy.  They had a nice time together, but she just wasn't her normal unconscious self.  She did seem to enjoy our trip to the grocery store, and did fall asleep there.  This was really too bad since Cody kept slow-dancing with her in the aisles.  She missed out on some great spins.

On Monday, she had her two-month checkup!  She weighed 10 lbs and 13 ounces, and was 23.75" long.  And her head was 15.5" in circumference.  That means she's in the 60th percentile for her height, the 40th percentile for her weight, and the 90th percentile for her head size.  Basically, her body is just a support system for her brain and hair.  She had one oral vaccine and two shots.  She barely cried for the shots!  Hooray for nursing during unhappy procedures.  If only there was something for Cody and me.

Her doctor assured us that babies start fussing a lot around 6-8 weeks, and then it slowly starts to taper off.  This means her little baby meltdowns and tummy issues (she spit up so much on Saturday morning that I changed her outfit once and my shirt 3 times before we ever left the house....at 10 a.m.  She then drooled on/spit on/chewed nearly every member of my immediate family) should not be so intense in the next few weeks.  Or so I hope.

She spent the afternoon hanging out with Cody while I ran errands.  He tried to give her a bottle, which didn't go that well.  But he talked to her and played with her and put on quite the cooking show for her while he made dinner, and that went very well.

She even got a present in the mail!  Cody's college adviser, who is the man who married us, sent her a copy of Goodnight, Moon!  She's slowly rebuilding her book collection, and I'm really glad that Dr. Daily gave her that book.

On her birthday day, she was fussy.  Lots of diapers, lots of needing to be held, lots of feeding.  And  very little sleep.  But she slept well the night before, and went to bed at a reasonable hour, so whatever.

She loves taking baths and since we set up her little tub in the kitchen sink, she likes to stick her leg under the faucet when the water runs.  I'm trying to part her hair on a different side in an attempt to work with her weird part, natural waves, and cowlicks.  It's not really working.  She likes it when you hold her above your head, and I even balanced her on my legs and genuinely played 'airplane' with her on her birthday!

The girl can really party.  These past 10 weeks have been filled with adventure and I'm looking forward to whatever happens next.

Being happy in the morning.

Having lunch with Gil.

Playing with friends.

Looking like the funnest girl you know.

Playing with Granddad.

Watching her dad make oatmeal on Sunday morning.

Pondering the direction she was taking her hair on her birthday.

1 comment:

Sleepy Bear said...

Happy Belated Birthday lil Evelyn.

How do you feel about the "lil"?