I brought in the last of my roses this morning. That has little to do with Emily being eight weeks old (plus one day) except that time is going by. I realized as I was carrying Nathan down the stairs today that a few weeks ago you might as well have asked me to lift a truck as to have been able to carry him like that. Though I can't ignore the fact that he is indeed sort of like carrying a truck...
It was another moment to be grateful for our body's ability to heal. And that the "so tired I can hardly see straight" days of having a newborn are coming to an end.
My roses have been such a bonus to being back in Idaho as we weren't able to grow them in Washington. It's not that they wouldn't grow; they were a delicacy for the deer who ate them for dessert!
Baby Emily was eight weeks old yesterday. She is still so stinkin' skinny, we've taken to calling her "Skinny Chicken". She's eating well and seems to be growing but not so much in a filling out kind of way. Definitely a difference from our other babies. Nathan at eight weeks was more than 16 pounds and just about, if not in already, size three diapers. Em's still comfortable in her size one's. She might be to 11lbs, but I'm not sure.
Long and skinny ~ that's our girl!
She's getting more smiley all of the time, which is so fun. She responds to different voices as well.
We're doing well sleep-wise as Emily is sleeping a good five or six hour stint at night. Amazing how consecutive sleep hours go such a long way to helping mommy and daddy feel human again. Here's to that continuing!
She's very happy to get out of her brace each morning now and gives a mighty big stretch when it's off. She's not enthusiastic to get back in it at night, but once she's in she settles in and sleeps and eats alright.
Pretty Pretty Girl!
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