Week 4: 09/09/12 - 09/15/12
I can't even believe how quickly time has gone.
I've had exactly 3 major meltdowns already thinking about going back to work and leaving you. But I still have 2 months left. I need to stop letting my mind go crazy and just enjoy YOU. I'm hoping the Lord gives me strength when I go back...
It's just that we've gotten into such a groove, you and I.
And then, it gets really exciting when Daddy enters the mix every evening.
Then there's the weekends. With the whole fam.
I just love it.
I love you.
I love our little family.
This week has been an exciting week of SO many firsts.
Your FIRST time on the activity mat. Why in the world did I not bust this thing out sooner? You seriously LOVE it. You just stare and smile and even bat at the little characters. I think you really like all the colors (even though you apparently can't see colors yet..) and all the little things to look at. You even discovered yourself in the little mirror. You were quite entertained.
Your FIRST experience at outdoor markets. Oh, Miss Lyla. This week was SO much fun because you got to go to your very first farmer's market AND outdoor artisan market. It was especially fun when we took you in your Moby. It was a first for MOMMY - I love the way you just curled up and snuggled right against me for 2 and a half hours. Just like you did when I was pregnant with you. We're quite the mother/daughter duo. :)
Your FIRST time taking a (gasp) pacifier. Yep. Mommy finally caved. You've been quite fussier than usual this week. So, I simply gave in. Not that I think anything is wrong with a paci. But, I really just didn't want to cause nipple confusion. Plus, it's simply a habit we'll have to break you of later on. But I gave you one. And at first, you were quite angry that it wasn't a boob. Then, you finally caved and realized you liked it. You don't even take it all the time, just when you're extra Fuss-McGuss.
Your first trip to the ER (sniff, sniff). I've already told the full story here. But man, talk about going from a major high (you rolling over for the first time) to an all-time low (Mommy ramming your head into a fence). But all is well. We survived, Little Chunkin. And you got LOTS of extra cuddles that day.
It's been a good week, Puddin' Pop!