So, see how David is holding our little one in a football hold in the previous post? Yeah, well, I can’t do that. She’s too long for my arm. And as she’s only going to get bigger I guess I won’t be able to carry her that way. Oh well, it seems only fair: David gets to football hold her and I get to breastfeed. Suck it!
Speaking of which, she LOVES to breastfeed. Milk, nipples, breasts, oh my! She’s totally into it. And keeps trying to latch onto David. Wrong parent, sweetie! The dairy factory is over here.
She thinks life is one big dance party and loves to move not only when she’s awake (reach those arms above your head!), but also in her sleep. Her movements totally match those I felt while she was still in my womb. No wonder it felt like she was up all the time!
We can totally tell exactly how she was lying in utero based on how she likes to position herself now: one hand bent up towards her face (totally felt the arm between her shoulder and the right side of my pelvis — she was even born with it in that position!), legs bowed out (can totally picture those knees pointing up and moving around on my left hand side), and her pressing out moves are oh-so familiar. I love it.
She’s a really noisy sleeper. She jumps around and waves her hands and feet. She coos, gurgles, grunts, and blows raspberries. She makes funny faces — everything from smiles to full-on grimaces. She somehow always manages to free her hands from her swaddling and put them in her mouth. Oh those fingers, they just taste so good!
Her hiccups are enormous. Just like they were in utero.
Written Sunday, February 3, 2008
Final Reminder!