Lucy had her 2 week well baby check up on Tuesday and I'm happy to report that she is growing!! OK, mostly happy, there may be a tiny portion of me that wants to keep her a newborn. Ethan does too, so he tells me. Since Lucy's birth, E talks about growing a lot. "When I grow as big as Daddy, will I still have the same voice?" "When I grow big and can drive..." "When baby gets big like me can we have another baby? But this time Bang, Bang Maxwell" (For those that don't know, Maxwell was our top choice if Lucy had been a boy, and Ethan sings "Maxwell's Silver Hammer."
So back to our Nugget, she weighed in at 7 pounds, 7 ounces (a pound gained in about a week and a half) 50th% for her age; and 20 1/2 inches tall (grew an inch). Doctor said she's doing great. Her umbilical cord fell off last week, thank goodness, now she can get real baths and I won't have to fold down her diapers. She eats A LOT (funny, just like I did when i was pregnant with her). She has no schedule yet, which is normal for a newborn, but a little hard on a family with an active 3 1/2 year old. She mostly sleeps in our bed, yeah, yeah I know, it's not ideal but it's only temporary. She loves tummy time when she's awake and likes to be held so she's chest to chest with you.
Ethan has been awesome! That first week was really rough but now that we're back to some sort of routine, and as long as we're consistent and follow through with discipline, his temper tantrums have been much more manageable. He is very into making friends right now, at the dr's office he talked to everyone in the waiting room before and after her appointment. And his imagination grows every day.
He likes to stay busy, that's the hardest part of Lucy's non schedule. i can't really take him too many places, not knowing if she'll scream, sleep or eat for an hour. A little more practice and we'll get it right. We did go to the Fun Fest, a PBS sponsored event for kids downtown. We had Grandma and Papa there to play with too. My mom's been awesome, she takes E on Wednesday to her house, just like when I was working, so he has some stability and Lucy and I can catch up on rest, housework or just a little sanity. Michael's been great about taking him places too, the gym, fishing, and the library. He's even had a date with his auntie and a seperate one with his papa (he's a lucky kid)
We managed a family fishing trip to one of the lakes that is fairly close to home. Lucy slept the whole time, Ethan played, and Michael caught 5 fish. I'd say it was pretty successful, although I was exhausted by the time we got home.
And, now, I here crying, so, until next time...
Humongous thank you to Samantha Kelly for coming over, 9 months pregnant, to snap some amazing pics of our new girl (and a few of the rest of the family)
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty. When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer. Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age. Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit. May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers. Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait. O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed. And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it. And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes. Amen.” -Tina Fey from the book Bossypants
Lucy is 1 week old. We are tired, stretched thin, and so completely in love.
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How's Ethan adjusting? That's the most common question that I get. He ranges from an angel with a ton of energy and a huge imagination to a rebellious, pushing every boundary 3 1/2 year old. He loves Lucy though, I think he just doesn't like to share the attention, but let's be realistic, who does? Sometimes I even feel like having tantrums when I feel rejected.
First stroller ride and trip to the park, Ethan even introduced her to some of the kids/parents
He takes after his Grandma. Completely comfortable walking up to strangers and starting a conversation. He made at least 2 new friends this morning. Who wouldn't love that kid? 
