Weight Check
At five months, when we would normally skip a doctor visit, we had to go anyways for our weight check. With fingers crossed, I set her on the scale hoping for big numbers. I found myself thinking "BIG NUMBERS, BIG NUMBERS", much like a contestant on Wheel of Fortune. The final number would be 12lbs, 3 oz. This is up from 11lbs, 7 oz. I was happy with that. I mean, it was almost a pound in less than a month. The doctor was pleased, but still wanted more. And so begins the solid foods...
Splish, Splash
Being one of the hottest summers I can remember, we had to take advatange of Becky and Tony's pool. This would be Lyla's first time and we assumed since she loves her baths, that she would love this too. WRONG! We think it must have been because the water was cold. We hope so anyways.
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| At first it was only OK. |
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| Then it turned into this. |
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| Decided she'd rather be a sun bunny anyways. |
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| Bathing Beauty. |
Wedding Season
June was a busy month. We had two weddings to attend, as well as the festivites that go along with them. It was nice to get out and bust a move on the dance floor!
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| Crazy girls in the photobooth! |
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| Here comes the bride! |
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| Finally we take a good picture! |
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| Me and G'Mama |
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| Me and my daddycakes. |
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| Showing off our fancy dresses. |
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| Uncle John...I think! |
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| The G'rents |
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| Gram was a dancin' machine! |
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| Family YMCA |
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| Me and Wendy at Tami's Wedding |
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| Double fisted, per usual. |
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| I just have no idea. |
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| Must have been a great song! |
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| Again....no idea. |
Introducing....The Spoon
After the doctor said LL needed to gain more weight, we promptly started rice cereal. We had to add it to every bottle and spoon feed her once a day. Of course, this was a huge milestone! We had both cameras charged and ready to go. At first she was a little unsure and just licked the spoon but after two days or so, she was a pro!
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| All ready for the first try. |
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| Not too sure about all this. |
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| Some days are better than others. |
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| One week in and she is already trying to do it herself. |
Working Mom
This post is a little delayed, but thought it was worth mentioning.
Before having Lyla, Eric and I discussed how we would handle the work vs daycare struggle. We decided in the end, it was best (and necessary) for me to keep working on a part time basis. We were very grateful to have a family member who runs a daycare out of her home that we could turn to. I was actually her very first client...oh so long ago. It was a huge relief to be able to have my aunt watch Lyla for so many reasons. One of those being financial. We knew that any daycare in the area could cost a few hundred dollars a month. At that point, it wouldn't be worth it for me to work. Fortunately, my aunt is very reasonable. It was also great to know that with only having one other kid when Lyla was there, my aunt could give her the attention she needs. It broke my heart to think of her at a daycare with ten other kids just shoved in a bouncy seat all day.
I was lucky enough that my job allowed me to go part time and still keep my position. We worked it out that I would be in the office Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Eric is home on Mondays so he can take care of Lyla and on Tuesdays and Thursdays she would be at my Aunt's. This schedule took a few weeks to adjust but now we have it all pretty situated.
I went back to work when Lyla was 10 weeks old. Everyone told me how terrible the first day back to work would be...and I thought it would be too. Not the case. Maybe it helped that Eric was home with her, but I had no problems. So many people at work kept asking how I was all day. I got to the point where I started to feel guilty that I wasn't in tears at my desk. I'll admit, it was actually nice to get out and have some adult conversation. I felt more like myself again, after sitting on the couch for 10 weeks. Of course after work, it was still nice to my right back on that couch with my girl.
After a few months into this new routine, I have to say that I really do have the best of both worlds. I have just enough time with both work and home that I don't feel like I am neglecting either. I like getting out and contributing to the work world, but it's also great that I have time to catch up on housework and spend quality time with Lyla and Eric.
Before having Lyla, Eric and I discussed how we would handle the work vs daycare struggle. We decided in the end, it was best (and necessary) for me to keep working on a part time basis. We were very grateful to have a family member who runs a daycare out of her home that we could turn to. I was actually her very first client...oh so long ago. It was a huge relief to be able to have my aunt watch Lyla for so many reasons. One of those being financial. We knew that any daycare in the area could cost a few hundred dollars a month. At that point, it wouldn't be worth it for me to work. Fortunately, my aunt is very reasonable. It was also great to know that with only having one other kid when Lyla was there, my aunt could give her the attention she needs. It broke my heart to think of her at a daycare with ten other kids just shoved in a bouncy seat all day.
I was lucky enough that my job allowed me to go part time and still keep my position. We worked it out that I would be in the office Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Eric is home on Mondays so he can take care of Lyla and on Tuesdays and Thursdays she would be at my Aunt's. This schedule took a few weeks to adjust but now we have it all pretty situated.
I went back to work when Lyla was 10 weeks old. Everyone told me how terrible the first day back to work would be...and I thought it would be too. Not the case. Maybe it helped that Eric was home with her, but I had no problems. So many people at work kept asking how I was all day. I got to the point where I started to feel guilty that I wasn't in tears at my desk. I'll admit, it was actually nice to get out and have some adult conversation. I felt more like myself again, after sitting on the couch for 10 weeks. Of course after work, it was still nice to my right back on that couch with my girl.
After a few months into this new routine, I have to say that I really do have the best of both worlds. I have just enough time with both work and home that I don't feel like I am neglecting either. I like getting out and contributing to the work world, but it's also great that I have time to catch up on housework and spend quality time with Lyla and Eric.
All Grown Up...
at least Lyla thinks she is....
I am not sure when it happened, but I know it was too soon. I always dreaded the day when my little baby would start to squirm and not want to lay in my arms. I never expected it to be at four months! This little girl must think she is 4 years old, not 4 months old.
Whenever she has the chance, she wants to be sitting or standing on us. She'll lay down while we feed her but the second that bottle comes out of her mouth, she sits herself right up! Trying to burp her is a joke now too. She'll only burp while standing up, pounding her feet down on us, one at a time, as if she is walking in place. The changing table has now become a wrestling ring. While we often get the best smiles and conversation out of her while she is on the table, we also get the idea of how strong this little girl is. She often pushes herself up with her legs and totally arches her back, twisting and turning, threatening to roll over any minute. She also has the habit of folding her hands together in front of her when I am trying to get her dressed. She grunts and fights me when I try to pull them apart! I'll admit, it is pretty hysterical!
At four months, she's also become a motor-mouth. Looks like she is going to be just like her mama! Whether she's talking to us, her toys, or her feet she sure has a lot to say. She's even started mimicking what noises she hears. Her favorite is when her Grampa Mac makes, for lack of a better descirption, googlely noises at her. She not only give him the biggest smiles, but we've heard her to trying (and succeeding) to make the same noise. I am still desperate to get that on camera.
At her four month doctor visit, (technically it was 4 and a half) the doctor said she needs to gain more weight. In two months she's barely put in a pound. She is however, getting to be one tall girl! The doctor suggested we start cereal right away to help her start packing on the pounds. We have to go back in a month for a "weight check-in".
At four months she....
...weighs in at 11 pounds, 7 ounces
...is 24 & 1/4 inches tall
...still sleeps 11.5-12 hours a night and takes (when she is with me) two-2 hour naps.
...is stuck at 5 ounces every four hours because anything more comes right back at us (though this is getting so much better)
...is still wearing 0-3 month clothing
...doesn't fit into shoes, even newborn ones, because her feet are so narrow
...is losing her hair
...has rolled over just once
...still hates to be on her belly
I am not sure when it happened, but I know it was too soon. I always dreaded the day when my little baby would start to squirm and not want to lay in my arms. I never expected it to be at four months! This little girl must think she is 4 years old, not 4 months old.
Whenever she has the chance, she wants to be sitting or standing on us. She'll lay down while we feed her but the second that bottle comes out of her mouth, she sits herself right up! Trying to burp her is a joke now too. She'll only burp while standing up, pounding her feet down on us, one at a time, as if she is walking in place. The changing table has now become a wrestling ring. While we often get the best smiles and conversation out of her while she is on the table, we also get the idea of how strong this little girl is. She often pushes herself up with her legs and totally arches her back, twisting and turning, threatening to roll over any minute. She also has the habit of folding her hands together in front of her when I am trying to get her dressed. She grunts and fights me when I try to pull them apart! I'll admit, it is pretty hysterical!
At four months, she's also become a motor-mouth. Looks like she is going to be just like her mama! Whether she's talking to us, her toys, or her feet she sure has a lot to say. She's even started mimicking what noises she hears. Her favorite is when her Grampa Mac makes, for lack of a better descirption, googlely noises at her. She not only give him the biggest smiles, but we've heard her to trying (and succeeding) to make the same noise. I am still desperate to get that on camera.
At her four month doctor visit, (technically it was 4 and a half) the doctor said she needs to gain more weight. In two months she's barely put in a pound. She is however, getting to be one tall girl! The doctor suggested we start cereal right away to help her start packing on the pounds. We have to go back in a month for a "weight check-in".
At four months she....
...weighs in at 11 pounds, 7 ounces
...is 24 & 1/4 inches tall
...still sleeps 11.5-12 hours a night and takes (when she is with me) two-2 hour naps.
...is stuck at 5 ounces every four hours because anything more comes right back at us (though this is getting so much better)
...is still wearing 0-3 month clothing
...doesn't fit into shoes, even newborn ones, because her feet are so narrow
...is losing her hair
...has rolled over just once
...still hates to be on her belly
...gives her daddy the biggest smiles whenever he talks to her. I, on the other hand, have to work hard for them.
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| Doesn't look like she has a weight issue here! |
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| I let her borrow my Nina since she barfed on her own Lil Rosie. |
Mothers Day
A few weeks ago, we celebrated my very first Mothers Day. As you know, Mothers Day is always on a Sunday....but this year, the fun started the Friday before. Eric came home from the mall and was so excited about his gift to me that he kept talking about it and saying how he hoped I would like it. He asked if I wanted it that night but I told him he needed to wait. This is so unlike me. But, I figured if I could wait nine months to find out if I was having a boy or girl, I could wait two more days for my gift. After Eric talked it up even more I told him to just give it to me and be done with it!
Because he talked about it all night, I was clued in to the fact that is was jewelry. This was surprising because after we bought my wedding bands, Eric told me that would be the last time he ever gave me jewelery. Babies really do change EVERYTHING :). For my very first Mothers Day, he (Lyla) got me a new ring and a matching necklace. Inside both is the mother and child symbol and he was SO excited about it. I was very impressed that he came up with the idea, picked it out himself, and didn't ask for help from anyone.
On Sunday, the real Mothers Day, Lyla was kind of a beast. We went to my grams for a BBQ and just like Easter she was not a fan of the crowd...and she wouldn't nap. But it ended up being a great day. I am lucky to be to able celebrate this day with my gram, mom, and now, daughter. While at my grams, she had my uncle take down the original baby buggy that my mom used for me in 1981. Gram had talked about this buggy since finding out I was pregnant...probably even before. Finally she had the chance to show it off. From the looks of it, I was a little nervous to put Lyla in it. Luckily, my mom suggested we clean it up before letting Lyla take a ride. I am visiting her next week so I am sure we'll be using it. Instead, we used my NEW, SAFE stroller to walk down the street to show Lyla our old house. I still have a hard time knowing that someone else lives there and had made so many changes. I just hope that we get into a house soon where Lyla can play in the backyard, meet new friends, and have a lifetime of memories.
Because he talked about it all night, I was clued in to the fact that is was jewelry. This was surprising because after we bought my wedding bands, Eric told me that would be the last time he ever gave me jewelery. Babies really do change EVERYTHING :). For my very first Mothers Day, he (Lyla) got me a new ring and a matching necklace. Inside both is the mother and child symbol and he was SO excited about it. I was very impressed that he came up with the idea, picked it out himself, and didn't ask for help from anyone.
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| Checking out my original baby buggy. |
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| Same spot where Eric proposed in front of the house I grew up in. |
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