Sweet P: 4 Months Old

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

14 lbs., 2.5 oz.

24.75 in.

  • It's all about the hands these days! She plays with her fingers, stares at her hands, scratches different fabrics repeatedly, and pull toys toward her mouth. Her world has opened up immensely with these magical things called hands!
  • We are still waiting for her first laugh. Right now, she lets out huge grins and softly pants. So close! When something is especially hilarious or exciting (like her dad looking at her), she scrunches her nose. That face is my favorite!
  • She has found her voice, ladies and gentlemen, and she started squawking and unleashing the shrilliest of shrill cries you've ever heard when she's frustrated. This usually happens when she feels like she is left alone. Heaven forbid you leave the room for a second!
  • When I was a kid, my parents called me Grumpy Bear, because... well, I was Hell on two feet in the morning. Cute but Hell on two feet, nonetheless. ;) Presley? You'll never find a baby more smiley in the morning.
  • I might just gobble up her precious little thigh rolls and toes.
  • When she gets sleepy, she rubs her eyes ferociously, just like her dad.
  • She notices and watches the cats now. Since she kicks and bounces around in her chair, Amelie keeps a comfortable three feet away. Boone, being less cautious, has rubbed his head against hers.
  • We sign "milk" and "thank you" with her consistently.
  • She still hates tummy time. Always has, always will, I guess. The girl just wants to stand, so that's what he do. We support her while she stands -- on our legs, on the couch, on the bed, on the floor.
  • Her personality is blossoming which is fun to watch. She is so expressive.
  • She has been sleeping in a co-sleeper between us in bed for the last month. She usually wakes up early in the morning. At that point, I lay her beside me to nurse, and then we sleep a bit longer before I get ready for work. I love that cuddle time with her. I do not love waking up at 3:00 or 4:00 AM.
  • We went out to dinner two weeks ago, and I encountered the first stranger who asked if she could touch her. She rubbed Presley's thigh with two fingers while oooohing and ahhhhing about how pretty she is, and then it happened. Nice old lady reached for Presley's face, and I was reared back like, "NO, MA'AM!"  Ha. I didn't say that, but I did pull back. I don't care how complimentary she was being. Do not touch my baby's face, please!
  • She has a penchant for spitting up on her dad at just the right moment. At her 4-month appointment, she sent a stream of spit-up perfectly down her front and onto Daddy's crotch. Bull's eye. Ten points for Gryffindor!

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This Guy

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Today is this guy's first Father's Day. I've been searching for the words for this post for the last week, but they always seem to come up short of what I feel for this man who ten years ago was a new friend, nine years ago became my boyfriend, four years ago became my husband, and four months ago became our little girl's daddy. I've never done this parenting thing before, but I know without a doubt that I have it easy, because this guy is an amazing father.

I hoped and prayed that things would go smoothly when I returned to work. I wanted him to enjoy working from home and having Presley all day, but would it be too much? He hadn't been around babies much in his life, so I hoped that flying solo wouldn't wear him out or feel like a burden. On my first day back to work, I didn't get a single call or text, so around 2:30 PM I texted "How's it going?" to which he replied "Piece of cake." Was he being facetious? I figured I'd be home soon, so I didn't bother asking if he was serious. When I got home hours later, he was holding her in one arm while plating dinner with the other. They were both all smiles. I kid you not. Surely, it was beginner's luck, right? Nope. That's been the drill for the last 11 weeks. Sure, there are days that caring for her takes him away from completing his business plan or making phone calls, but he never complains (which makes me seem really petty for borderline losing my shit/wanting to cry over lost sleep).

He is our daughter's first love, and I wouldn't have it any other way. They're thick as thieves. He need only look in her direction, and she grins from ear to ear. She'll always be his Droolie Andrews, Spitty Cent, and Monster Mash. He'll always be her Daddy. And damn, he's a really wonderful Daddy!

Happy Father's Day, S! I love doing this parenting thing with you.

** Shout-out to my own Dad! Raise the roof, homie! Love you!

Four Generations: A Pinterest Win

Thursday, June 11, 2015

My Grandma is really special to me. When I was a kid, my family briefly lived at my grandparents' house while our new house was being built. Whenever my parents had to go out of town or were out until late at night, we stayed at my grandparents' house. She attended every single thing I ever performed in. Some of my favorite childhood memories are the Christmas Eves spent at my grandparents' house, trips to the San Diego Zoo with them, and the delicious food from their kitchen.

When I still lived in San Diego post-college, I would drop by her house randomly in the afternoon. My Grandpa had a lingering exit from this earth, and after he passed away, I hated the thought of her alone at home day in and day out. We'd talk about the cats. She'd ask about my boyfriend. She'd tell me about my mom's visit the other day. We'd eat the fresh batch of pancit she just made. We'd look at photos and old magazines together. She'd give me easy recipes to try. Sometimes, she'd tell me stories about when she was younger. I miss those visits. I love her so much!

One of my favorite moments of our baby shower back in December was my Grandma holding my belly. Presley hasn't met her great grandmother yet, but my brilliant sister suggested a special way to bring them together (along with my mom and me). I present to you the most major of major Pinterest wins: a photo of four generations Modern Family-style!

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