If Maia had a rocket booster attached to her rump and was prepping for lift-off, this is how she’d look:
I’ve been trying to get a picture of Maia’s smile for like a week and a half now, but she is being sneaky about it. When she sees the camera come out, she just stares at it and totally ignores me. Maybe I should put some sparkly stickers on the camera… or a nipple.
Two months or so ago, I stumbled across The Belly Project. I visit it weekly (along with PostSecret!), and it’s such a beautiful, reaffirming, and positive website. Women often have self-esteem issues, and particularly after a pregnancy, we can end up with funky bellies that make us feel negatively. The Belly Project is trying to fix that — and show that many women don’t have “perfect” stomaches; some have stretch marks, extra chub, scars, or have lost tone in other ways. I always feel more positive about myself after going there, even though I don’t comment on the pictures; it’s comforting to know that we are all unique and none of us are perfect.
Took this yesterday just before we headed out to run some errands. I wasn’t sure if it was cooler outside than it looked, so she ended up getting this hat! Sooo cute…
Although I love her, Ms Jolie’s got nothin on these kissy lips:
… but since we are and Maia has made it so for the past 90 minutes, I thought I’d share this cute shot of her “thoughtful face” I got while she was in her swing yesterday:
So if you consider the fact that we set the clocks ahead an hour last night, I got 3.5 hours of sleep in a row … it just felt like 2.5.
Too bad that things don’t actually work like that!
Three weeks with our baby, and every day is unlike the one before. Her sleep is so erratic; yesterday she slept for 2 hours between 8am and midnight, and today she’s been asleep nearly all day. When she’s awake for that long I worry that she’s sick, but of course I think the same when she’s asleep so much (I’ve taken her temperature and she’s fine).
This whole being a parent thing isn’t easy, already. I find that watching TV and, in particular, the news, is a completely different experience. A disturbing one. I find myself so sympathetic to all the stories; I wonder how I would feel if it were my child who was going through some of these things that are news worthy. The kidnappings, the murders, the successes; it doesn’t matter, good or ill, I see Maia in the centre of the story.
In positive news, Grandpa got the baby swing working today, so baby girl is quite happy again (so is her mommy, who can now hold a plate with one hand and a fork with the other)! Also, while Grandma was here, we looked at some of Chris’ childhood pictures… and look at how much my little girl looks like her daddy! Here’s Chris: