Tessa statistics, three-month check-up:
Height: 23 inches (40th percentile)
Weight: 11 pounds, 6.5 ounces (25th percentile)
Head: 15 centimeters (5th percentile, pea head)
Favorite saying: "Ahh-goo!"
Best new trick: Big, big grins and a noise that might be laughter.
Other notes: Residual cough/congestion from RSV is continuing to abate, thank goodness.
Gabe statistics (no check-up until next month):
Height: Unknown, but growing out of current pants size. Longer pants needed.
Weight: 25 pounds exactly, according to my bathroom scale.
Head: Unknown, but probably pea head.
Favorite saying: This one is a tie between "I want my want." and "I want no jacket, Mommy." (Stated decisively, on his way out the front door on a cold day.)
Best new trick: Singing all of "Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed," complete with hand gestures.
Other notes: Refused to eat a vanilla sprinkle cupcake from Susie Cakes the other day. Had I not been there when he came into this world, I would not believe he is actually my genetic child.
To sum up, all is well this week.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Baby Joy
Tess just had a dirty diaper so enormous that it required an outfit change for her, an outfit change for me, and a bath for her including a hair wash. Seriously.
It's a good thing for her that she is so darling. Also, she slept for a full six-hour stretch last night. When I woke up and saw that it was 6:00 a.m., I was so excited I almost cried. I suppose this unprecedented amount of sleep entitles her to a horrifying blowout diaper.
Twelve weeks old today! I can hardly believe it. I am relieved the toughest newborn days are behind us, and yet almost weepy that they are passing by so quickly. How did we get to twelve weeks already??
It's a good thing for her that she is so darling. Also, she slept for a full six-hour stretch last night. When I woke up and saw that it was 6:00 a.m., I was so excited I almost cried. I suppose this unprecedented amount of sleep entitles her to a horrifying blowout diaper.
Twelve weeks old today! I can hardly believe it. I am relieved the toughest newborn days are behind us, and yet almost weepy that they are passing by so quickly. How did we get to twelve weeks already??
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I have about four seconds to write before the baby wakes up.
True story from this morning:
Tessa is eating, and making her typical little baby grunts and smacks while she eats (very ladylike, my daughter!). Gabe comes and sits beside us on the couch.
"Who's oinking?" he asks in his best sing-song voice. "Who's like a piggy? Baby sister Tessa is like a piggy!"
I would have disagreed with him but the fact is that Tessa gained almost a pound last week. A pound in a week! I didn't even know such a thing was possible for a tiny baby!
What a delicious little piggy. She is sweet like a scone. A scone with a lopsided smile, that is.
This smiling business is a wonderful, fabulous change from a few weeks ago. I still feel a mad rush of panic and fear every time we are out in public and someone coughs, or sneezes, or gets too close when admiring the baby ("Don't breathe on her," I want to hiss). She's looking and sounding better and stronger every single day, and I have high hopes that we will never see the inside of a PICU again, ever, ever, ever. She is such a lovely baby.
In other news, we are in the middle of remodeling the kitchen and one bathroom, and our condo is sort of a disaster at the moment. I hope to be able to blog on a more regular basis when the destruction and rebuilding are complete. We'll see.
Tessa is eating, and making her typical little baby grunts and smacks while she eats (very ladylike, my daughter!). Gabe comes and sits beside us on the couch.
"Who's oinking?" he asks in his best sing-song voice. "Who's like a piggy? Baby sister Tessa is like a piggy!"
I would have disagreed with him but the fact is that Tessa gained almost a pound last week. A pound in a week! I didn't even know such a thing was possible for a tiny baby!
What a delicious little piggy. She is sweet like a scone. A scone with a lopsided smile, that is.
This smiling business is a wonderful, fabulous change from a few weeks ago. I still feel a mad rush of panic and fear every time we are out in public and someone coughs, or sneezes, or gets too close when admiring the baby ("Don't breathe on her," I want to hiss). She's looking and sounding better and stronger every single day, and I have high hopes that we will never see the inside of a PICU again, ever, ever, ever. She is such a lovely baby.
In other news, we are in the middle of remodeling the kitchen and one bathroom, and our condo is sort of a disaster at the moment. I hope to be able to blog on a more regular basis when the destruction and rebuilding are complete. We'll see.
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