I can't believe my Lucy June is 11 weeks old. Where did the time go? It seems like just last week that we were driving home from the hospital for the first time (sorry again to my hubby and sister for being a neurotic bitch). She has changed so much in these two short months. She smiles, laughs, rolls over, coos, and gurgles. She grabs my lips when she eats and looks into my eyes so sweetly every morning. It's almost as if she is saying "hi mama."
A few things I've learned about Lucy so far:
She loves to have poop explosions in public, especially at Nordstroms, and usually when there is a line of women behind me waiting to change their little ones.
She can't stand to have her diaper be slightly wet. If a hint of dampness exists, she loses her mind.
She eats well. My breast milk is apparently high in calories. My daycare provider, Nina, has dubbed her "the little Gordita."
She is a noisy nurser. When she eats she mimics the noises of pigs, donkeys, and other various farm animals.
She does not like hats, socks, blankets over her face, being naked, or her feet touched.
She sneezes every time she goes into the sun.
She likes music in the car. Jack Johnson and Portishead in particular.
She can burp and fart louder than her dad.
She is the love of my life. I truly feel like a mom now and can't believe I'm this lucky. As much as I hate the cliche phrase, I truly am blessed.
So sweet and amusing!
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