A few weeks ago, Millie turned two months. I know you hear it all the time but I am a little flabbergasted that it has already been two months. Two months. My heart is a little torn. I never thought that I would say this but I am sad she is not a tiny little new born anymore. No more "She is so small" comments... many more "She is getting so big!" And yet, at the same time, I love that she is getting rolls on her thighs and on her little arms and always smiling at us.
Would you like to know the stats?
She weighs 11 lbs and 3 ozs... that is over 4 lbs that she gained since she was but a newling.
She is 22.24 inches long. Heck, she's 3 inches taller than when she was born.
She's a little chubbier and a little shorter than average.
Would you like to know what she has been up to?
Well, she likes her schedule. Eat, play and get attention from anyone who is around, then sleep. She is pretty consistent... until her parents take her out and about and everything gets thrown through a loop. Then it is chaos.
She has hobbies such as tooting, chewing on her tongue, and eating her hands. She has a goal to fit her entire fist in her mouth by the end of the summer. So far she has gotten half her fist in. I only once caught her sucking her thumb and sometimes, her index finger makes it in her mouth. This usually makes her gag, which makes her mama giggle.
She also enjoys looking around. She does not want to be set down as she cannot see the colors, lights, and people quite as well.
She used to like people. Unfortunately, we believe she was emotionally scarred during her 2 month old shots as she cries when other people hold her now. We are currently seeking out volunteers to hold her when she cries so that she does not get overly attached to her mama and papa.
She scares easily... loud laughter, sneezes, and bursts of music. When this is accompanied by groups of more than 3 people, she sticks out her lower lip and bursts into tears.
Since the day she left the hospital, she has been working tirelessly to convince us that she does not like to be swaddled; always working those little arms out of the cocoon her have her in. She yells triumphantly when she gets out, but is soon in tears again. She always seems a little confused at why she is not happy after all that hard work. I wrap her tight again and she is asleep faster than the speed of light. Even after we have proven to her time and time again that she sleeps much better when she is swaddled, she never stops trying to work her way out. I will be making a new swaddle blanket for her soon as she is growing out of the ones she has... maybe out of jersey knit for the summer.
She is on the verge of laughing these days; she squeals with her mouth open as wide as it can go. She can do it... we believe in her.
She likes a simple style... onesies and socks and maybe a dress every once in a while. She likes to show off her chubby legs so pants are often not necessary for her.
As I sit here typing, she keeps crying in her sleep. Bad dreams? Tummy ache? Maybe I am typing too loud. She can be somewhat melodramatic, if you ask me.
We are not sure but we think she is going to be a redhead. Maybe not full blown red but a delightful little strawberry blond.
Though some say, decidedly, that she is a Fish and others say she is a Graehl, we are convinced she is a good mixture of the two.
We are terribly happy that she turned out so adorable and funny. I'm not sure what we would have done if she wasn't... trade her in?
{She is dressed in one of my old dresses... sweet, huh?
And don't this little lips just make you melt? Man oh maley!}
{I love this picture with Millie just looking at her papa. Plus isn't he pretty adorable himself? I submit that he is.}
