One Month

Our little stinker-butt is one month old today. (Isn't that a loving nickname? She's earned it let me tell you!)

I feel as if the time both flew by and dragged on. I remember being at UVA and thinking it was going to be an eternity before I got to take any of my girls home. (Notify Webster, an eternity is now defined as 3 weeks.) My life has never been on such an emotional roller coaster before, my head is still spinning sometimes. There are moments where I look at her and am in awe that she's mine. (well...Jake's too  I guess!)

Chucky-Sue and I are starting to get along a bit more. I'm slowly (oh so slowly) learning her little cries and whimpers and what they mean. I'm even more slowly learning that I don't have to stand over her crib and watch her during all her naps. She's a noisy little baby, she squeaks, quacks, grunts, gurgles and hums. Of course, one day I think we're in a nice rhythm and groove, then she goes and changes it all on me (or stupid daylight savings does. I did not like last night.)

We took her to church today (I needed to A: have adult conversation B: Show off my cutie and C: have sacrament) and she did pretty well, she got a teeny bit fussy while eating, but nowhere near her best hissy-fit. Everyone else was very good at not touching her, which I know is hard, she's just so darn squishable!!

She has another doc appointment on friday, just checking her weight gain and a quick listen at her murmur. My bet is that she's over 7lbs6oz by then- any takers?