



I've been having so much fun with Allison this week! She's really ramping up the social smiles, which is SO adorable! She's also experimenting with new noises, and she's even got a couple of new cries (which are also cute). She's very impressed with herself when she finds a new noise. Once she made a new squeal in the middle of crying and busted out a huge smile for a moment because I guess that made her happy.
In other news, Allison has "slept through the night" the last two nights! I put that in quotes because she still requires a feeding around 3am, but that's after sleeping for 6 hours straight! I would need to go to bed at 8pm in order get that much as well, so that's not going to happen, but it's nice that she's finally old enough to skip her midnight meal. Now, I just need to learn to sleep too. I'm so used to listening for her that I wake at the slightest noise.
Funny story - the first week or so that we had her I dreamed that I was holding her in bed and trying to feed her. I half woke up and panicked because the pillow I was actually holding didn't feel like a baby. I woke up Frank from a deep sleep, and the conversation went something like this:
K: Frank! Can you please check on Allison? She's over here. Motioning to my arms.
F: Ok. He gets out of bed and walks over to her pack-n-play and peeks in.
K: No! She's over here!
F: Babe, that's a pillow.
K: Oh. Are you sure??
F: Yes. She's in her bed and asleep.
K: Ok. Still uncertain.
Frank still laughs at me for this, and I can't blame him. However, in my MAJORLY sleep deprived state, one can hardly fault me for being slightly delusional. I still find myself cuddling with a pillow and on the verge of panic about once a week, but I remind myself how stupid I looked the first time and force myself to wake up enough to verify on my own that it is, in fact, just a pillow.
Anyway, I have some more pictures to share, but I also wanted to list my favorite things about Allison right now.
1. She LOVES her changing table - or maybe just having her diaper changed. I can't tell which. She can be in the middle of throwing the biggest fit, but if you lay her on that pad, she is all smiles!
2. When I hold her up against my shoulder she loves to hold her head up and look around. But, if her neck gets tired, instead of putting her head down she will rest her cheek against mine so she doesn't miss anything around her.
3. She has truly discovered her hands, and is trying desperately to suck on her thumbs. When we put her to bed at night she goes searching for them, and can't quite figure out why they wont stay in her mouth. She makes the cutest little sucking noise when she finally gets it right.
Well, that's all I have time for right now. I'm off to bed! If you want to leave a comment about how cute she is, I'd be ok with that! :)
Baby Allison turned 8 weeks old on Thursday, and our little 11.5 lb girl is learning so much! I assumed that I was attributing all of her advances to genius status simply because I'm her mother and mothers always think their kid is perfect, but Frank insisted that she really is, in fact, quite gifted. :)
So here I am to brag about my little one, who I'm sure is convinced that her name is "Punkin". First, she's been able to lift and control her head for about two weeks or so now. She's also very curious about her world, and constantly wants Daddy to carry her around the house. She's especially fond of windows and ceiling fans, but has added Maggie, the TV and the painting over the couch to her list of interesting things to stare at. She's also very close to rolling over. She's always been a fan of tummy time, and seems about one good kick from flipping
from her back to her tummy. She's also starting to express an opinion, which - true to her roots - is almost always a strong opinion. When she's happy, she grins the happiest little smile you ever saw. But when she's unhappy (as when food is not delivered as quickly as she would like), she has a very distinct little noise that sounds like the verbal equivalent of stamping her foot. She's also a budding Olympian in the tub, holding her head up above the water and kicking her legs.
Frank has decided it's time to start reading to her, and - in addition to the Noah popup book his aunt Sheila got her - he's read Plato, NT Wright and Tim Keller to her. He claims she's a fan, but I have my doubts. Jackie comes over to help me out on Thursday mornings (which is SUCH a blessing!), and reads her Peter Pan. She swears she understands it. Her words, not mine, folks.
Alas, she's still not sleeping through the night, but is at least very happy at 3am.
Here are some more pics of our beautiful little genius... but you can call her Punkin' :)