Time is Marching On

Annabeth will be seven weeks old tomorrow.

Sister is getting too long for her gowns. Luckily, Curtis brought home a ton of sweet baby gifts from the office and I found all kinds of super long gowns from the Southern Siestas. Thanks, y'all! She's so sweet in them!

I'm also having to turn her sideways in her crib because her feet and head both touch the bumper if I don't. (Scratch that. I just put her down and she has several inches before that's true.)

She's sleeping five and a half hour stretches for me. And she's starting to fall into a somewhat predictable pattern in her days and nights.

The pedicure I got before Annabeth was born finally had to come off. It was replaced with some summery hot pink polish.

My huge bottle of cocoa butter from the Body Shop has been retired. I kept using it simply because I didn't have anything else, but on Saturday I treated myself to a new bottle of lavender lotion from Bath and Body Works. I started to throw the cocoa butter away and say, "Good riddance!" But I paused and savored one last smell before tossing it. It will always remind me of my babies. And junior high.

I also got some new soaps from B&BW for all my sinks. (I'm loving the pineapple and the peach.) I'm so relieved to have these new scents. The old ones made me queasy every time I washed my hands because I got them when I had morning sickness. It's funny how morning sickness can ruin so many good things. Like pasta milano from Macaroni Grill. What a shame.

I'm not seeing the numbers drop like I want to, but my waist is making a comeback. Thank you, aerobics. I got another pair of old jeans buttoned today. Not that they're presentable yet.

I think the post-partum extravaganza of shedding is about to start. I'm already noticing it around my forehead.

Annabeth is starting to lose her hair too. The headbands are not helping her cause.

I've already had to go through her drawers and take out things that don't fit. I also tried her in some 3-6 month onesies and they weren't that big on her.

Her Trumpette Mary Jane socks fit. You have no idea how much joy they give me.

I'll leave you with a couple Jackson stories. Today I caught him trying to pry open Annabeth's little fist so he could give her one of his Hot Wheels. He is suddenly so eager to share! Later he got his little toy stethoscope and put it on her head like he was a doctor. I was cracking up. He is really sweet with her. When she's eating he likes to snuggle up next to us sometimes.

The most surprising moment of our day occurred when he got up to poop for the third time during his rest time. I let him close the door for some privacy. When he was done, I saw that he had thrown one of his toys into the potty and it was swimming in poo. I promise you he will never do it again because I did indeed make him fish it out with his bare hand. I thought that was my best move all day, but Curt was horrified. This from a man who puts underwear on his infant daughter's head.