13/52: A meeting amongst friends

A portrait of my daughter once a week, every week in 2014.

I’m in love with this picture.

The last two weeks have kind of been big weeks, developmentally, for Paisley. It seems like she is holding her head up better during tummy time & she is definitely “talking” more. She talks to us, and her friends, and she gets really excited when we put Baby Einstein on for her. She waves her arms around, and bounces around in her rock n play. She plays well by herself, but loves to smile at Mommy & Daddy.

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A portrait of my daughter once a week, every week in 2014.

 

It’s hard to believe that Paisley is already 3 months old. I’ve managed to keep this tiny human alive, and well for 90 days. She is such a little ham, she loves smiling at mama & daddy! She also loves fussing when Daddy stops walking her around the living room when she is trying to go to sleep. She loves playing on her piano mat, and laying on her boppy lounger. Her newest thing is sitting in her high chair while she stares deeply into her stuffed elephants eyes; they are conspiring against us, I’m absolutely sure of it.

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

I sure hope they blue eyes stay blue. Her Daddy has blue eyes, so maybe ….

At 12 weeks old Paisley is starting to become a little more active. She likes to play on her Piano mat while Mommy works. She also likes watching Baby Einstein, judge away, she loves it. She “talks” to the TV, and kicks her arms & legs around. Obviously at the tender age of 12 weeks I don’t leave her in front of the TV for long, but I do leave her there long enough for me to unload & reload the dishwasher.

Sometimes we lay and bed and play peek-a-boo or blow kisses. She’s starting to blow raspberries, and smile when we talk to her.

I never intended on doing any weekly/monthly updates, so maybe I’ll use these weekly posts to talk about what she’s up to lately. (Not every week, but on occasion.)

9/52

 

 

Better late than never, right?

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

10 weeks old

 

Paisley currently loves the Moby Wrap; Sometimes it’s the only way I can get her to stop crying.
She is currently right smack dab in the middle of a wonder week. If you don’t know what wonder weeks are… LUCKY YOU! But seriously, according to what I’ve read, wonder week (s) are a time period when babies are going through a mental growth spurt. The growth spurt affects their mood, health, intelligence, sleeping patters and the “three C’s” (crying, clinging, crankiness)  (source). I’m not usually one to buy into these kind of things, but this is for real, y’all. Paisley has been a fussy, whiney, non-nap taking monster for days. She takes short cat naps, which is followed by fussing, fussing & more fussing.

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

9 weeks old

This week’s picture is of Paisley & her slightly older cousin, Liam.
Paisley & Liam are 7 weeks apart, and they are going to be the best of friends!
First we have to sell our house, and move closer to our family so they can see each other on a regular basis, but after that, they are going to play together all the time!

I hope.

It is so fun to watch her grow and discover new things. She seems to have discovered her hands lately, those babies are always in her mouth; and she is always waving them around.
I’m not planning on doing a month to month update on her, or these letters that seem to have plagued the internetz.

 

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“A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014.”

Paisley celebrated her first Valentine’s Day this week with a cute onesie from the Etsy store, LivAndCompanyShop

Paisley is 8 weeks old today! I can’t believe my baby is already 2 months old! Some days she looks like such a big girl, and other times she is just my little tiny baby.

She is weighing in somewhere around 11lb 12oz; we go for her “official” 2 month check up next week.
It is still crazy to me that we have a baby. A BABY!
Some days I look at her, and I can’t believe she’s ours. I think, “when is this baby going home?”
Not because I want her to leave, but because, WE HAVE A BABY?
It just blows my mind.