What if I forget?

At just a week shy of five months old, C has clearly left her newborn stage in the dust.  Gone is the teeny tiny human that would lay on my chest in the afternoon and sleep for hours.  No longer can I cradle carry her in the sling.  She needs to be up, facing out, ready to take on the world.  Her hands and her legs are in constant motion, as if, given half a chance, she would take off running.  

While things may not have changed greatly – our days are still all about the rhythm of bottles, diapers and sleep – there is a definite difference between our baby girl at 4 weeks and our girl at 4 months.  I don’t want to be eating her birthday cake this fall and not remember the weight of a newborn who spent 16 hours a day in my arms. I want to file away the moments that she gazed into my eyes while I was feeding her with a look that said “I trust you.  I need you.”  I want to close my eyes and remember how the sound of my voice or the comfort of being wrapped up in a sling would immediately put her to sleep.  I want to remember the sweet smell of milk on her breath and the lavender scent of the lotion I used after her bath.   

Those first few weeks were filled with nerves and anxiety, with excitement and visitors and complete love and adoration.  The three of us became a family the moment she was placed in my arms and I want to remember how I felt when I looked at her.  How she screamed her head off until they laid her in my arms when she briefly stopped as I pressed my lips to her head and softly said “Hi baby girl.  I know you.”   

3 weeks in, giving a new meaning the phrase "sleep when she sleeps."


So much has changed.  Every milestone she reaches equals a stage or a moment of time that she’s leaving behind.  Instead of laying on my chest, she likes to lay on her side curled up next to me.  She no longer likes being held up to my shoulder for fear that she will miss what’s happening behind her. When I feed her instead of just looking at me, she’s touching my face, reaching for my cheeks or pulling on my ears.  She is slightly more predictable and just as opinionated as always.   She recognizes my voice, reaches for me when other people are holding her and follows me with her eyes when I leave the room.   

In possibly a few weeks, definitely a few months, this stage will have passed as well.  She’ll be crawling, or scootching across the room; we’ll be playing games of throwing things on the floor to see if Mommy will pick them up; and instead of the shoulders of my shirts having milk stains her bibs will be stained with baby food.   

My hope is that when that time comes I can remember the milestones and the every day moments that we’ve passed in the process; the tiny bits of time that have shaped myself, my baby and my family.

The Jury is Still Out…

…on how we feel about eating solid foods.  I swear I thought she liked it when she was eating last night, but now that I look at this picture, I’m not quite sure!  

First eats! 2.11.2010

She Rolls! She Rolls!

(Is that title causing anyone else to have flashbacks to Ricky Martin circa 1998 with the ever catchy “She Bangs”?  Oh, maybe it’s just me.) 

After weeks of being so close she could taste it, my child has learned to roll from her back to her belly.  As much as this kid HATES tummy time, I was beginning to think it would never happen.  But alas, she flipped her little self over last night.  And in honor of the accomplishment, we broke out the “This is how I roll” t-shirt that her aunt bought her 2 months ago and I’ve been saving for the occasion. 

See how proud she is of herself?  (and don’t you just want to KISS those CHEEKS?  SQUEE!)

PS.  Sadly, her moment was not actually witnessed by anyone because Daddy was at work and Mommy was in the kitchen eating an Oreo.  ::Sigh!::  And, it should be noted that she hasn’t done it again, so I suppose some child development fairy could have waltzed into my house and flipped her over to make me think that she did it herself.