Woah!  That was a month already??  I see how this goes, you get older, more kids and time starts to fly by.  Here’s to slowing down and remembering.

All about Hazel:

  • I was looking forward to a tiny newborn who would placidly sit on my lap and love to cuddle.  I heard girls were like that.  Nope, not this one.  She’s a squirmer, and since day one would throw her body weight around to be anything but still.  If Miles was “spirited” she is spirited-plus and lets you know what she wants when she wants it.
  • Speaking of body weight, she seems to have put on a bit already.  OK, a LOT.  Not sure how big she is at the moment, but she has already been through 3 wardrobes (luckily all generously borrowed) – NB the first week, 0-3 mo for the next week and a half and now into 3-6 month size.  Mainly all due to her extraordinarily long torso and all the clothing being onesies and bodysuits.  Sorry, you have momma genes to blame for that one, I never could wear a leotard.  Or a dress.
  • She has rolled over from back to front on at least 3 occasions, once on day 2!  It is by no means intentional, it’s just all that wiggling, but I am not leaving her on the couch any more.
  • Eat. Poop. 5 minutes of calm alertness. Scream bloody murder. Sleep. Repeat.  It’s the simple life.
  • Fingers, toes, eyes and nosehairs all crossed: she shows no signs of colic, or “extreme fussiness”, or “happy hour” crying like her big brother blessed us with for 10 weeks of his infancy.  Two more weeks and we will know for sure, but seas looking smooth.
  • I thank the puking.  This one pukes after every meal.  Four weeks in and I still don’t have the habit of covering my shoulder.  I’m that mom with the eau de baby-puke, but I do carry an extra shirt in the bag.
  • It took Miles 8 months to get anything close to sick.  After her week one escapade with fever, she’s already on illness #2 – this one with a blocked nose, cough, and if its like me a headache and blocked ears too.  Miles has it too, he’s getting over it first, which means he brought it home!  Poor little thing.
  • She is known locally as Bazel.  Thanks, Miles.  Looking forward to the nickname she will bestow upon you once she tries to talk.
  • She hates the car and the stroller, but loves the swing and the sling.
  • Her eyes are turning the bluest blue.  She’s still bald as a monk on top, though.  Don’t worry, sweetie, it shows off your Buddha cheeks.

I never thought it could be possible to love another baby the same way, but we do. There is exponentially more love in our house right now, all thanks to our sweet Baby Hazel. ❤