Yesterday was the official 6 week marker for my little baby girl.
You’re probably thinking…”Whatever…6 weeks? Really? Who cares. What does that even means?”
I’ll tell you what that means.
It means my sweet one is officially out of newborn clothes. Well, that’s not totally true. She still wears the pants because they fit her slim waist but they make her look like Huck Finn with his pants hiked up as not to get soaked by the flood waters of the Mississippi flood basin. But…you know…no big deal.
She is 23.5 inches which means she has grown over 4 inches since she was born. I haven’t grow 4 inches in 15 years! Geez girl.
And let me tell you she has not gained enough weight to put any meat on those lenky bones.
Clare is now smiling every time she wakes up. She likes being tickled on the cheek and she likes her daddy’s voice. She smiles when anyone asks her a question and when she has pooped and again when her diaper is clean. And who wouldn’t do the same really…
She has cradle cap …in her left eyebrow…(babies are weird)
She has found her fist. Uh oh! Can’t take the thumb away like a pacifier. Then again babies can find their own fist in the middle of the night. Here! Here!
The massive baby drool fest has started. I saw pictures of Andrew as a baby always with two thick streams of drool down his chin – family trait. The collar of her shirt will probably now be soaking for the next 9 months.
6 weeks is a lot of time in baby land. Never again in life will we celebrate the little things like we have in these last few weeks.
Good job baby girl!
In other parts of my world: Shots suck!!