On a Happier Note

Natalie was four weeks old yesterday. She'll be officially one month tomorrow. She's growing. She's learning to make noises that are not related to crying. She smiles at us, and it nearly dissolves me. She still loves baths and has discovered the joys of naked time. She kicks her legs and flails her arms and looks around with glee. She holds her head up for extended periods, and then releases control so her head comes crashing down on one of us. She somewhat grudgingly takes a bottle from me every day or so, just for practice. Like Sanna, she's all about the Dr. Browns, and won't consider an Avent. She entertains us by waking up grunting, stretching, and desperately searching for the boob. She only breaks into wails if it takes too long to get there.

Yesterday we went to Jen's mom's house for dinner. We're sort of in the doghouse over some Mother's Day drama (which shall remain a story for another day). So...we went all out. We dressed Natalie up in a dress Jen's mom had given us, and topped it off with booties and a bonnet. Between the overwhelming cute girliness and the photobook we had made for her, we escaped with very little in the way of reprimands or scolding.



We're thrilled to finally be mothers this Mother's Day. Here's wishing all mothers--past, present, and future--the happiest of days.