Do you think they will be buddies, someday? They are 33 months apart. That wasn’t what I would have “ordered,” but God is in charge. When we go to Seabreeze they seem eons apart. But it won’t always seem so far, will it? Johanna tells us, “Katriel is cute; I am pretty.” I think they are both rather cute. And they are decidedly pretty.
It’s a bit blurry… but I don’t want to miss the moment. ♥
Four months old today. Katriel gave the exosaucer a spin. I don’t know where the time has flown. She is so beautiful. And at least once a day I think, “I’m so glad she is HERE.” I still feel like I was pregnant (and uncomfortable) forEVER. Her delivery was brutal. And she is HERE HERE HERE. With us.
She does not have a nickname. This is wild to me. We’ve tried and tried; yet, nothing comes. She’s 100% Katriel. (Except when she is “Ducky.” Yup – we call her Ducky a wee bit.)
I will admit we don’t seem to be capturing as many photos of her as all the kids before her. Are we just that busy? Do we have to fall prey to that cliché at least once? (No photos of youngest, etc.) I’m going to make more of an effort. (Someone – nudge me now and then, please.)
Daddy is not a hair-stylist… Enough said.
No words for this one.
I forgot to take a photo the first time Katriel met Aunt Tina… so we grabbed a shot today. They both look beautiful!
“I got to meet Aunt Betty tonight. She was pretty good at giving hugs. I hear she has a lot of experience.
What’s ‘experience?’”
This is what we do all day. We just lie around.
Okay. That is SO not the truth. That was what I did when Stewart was a baby, but I forgot to enjoy it.
The week of 5/20 – 5/25 the kids and I deep cleaned. We moved furniture and vacuumed. We polished wood and washed trim wood. We cleaned the deep crevices of my bedroom for the first time in six years and found piles of dust more than 0.5cm deep. And it was clean.
For a few days.
This past Sunday was Katriel’s dedication. It was different from the others’ dedications in two ways. First, we held a much smaller gathering. That’s just how things played out this year. I’m actually okay with that. Secondly, it was the most personalized dedication we’d had. I’m not sure how that happened, but it was really nice. I felt much more connected to it. Hmmm – maybe it’s just because I’ve stood up there so many times I wasn’t quite as nervous anymore? 😉
We have a sweet little baby… who delights us tremendously. She came home from the hospital quickly demonstrating her ability to sleep long chunks of time. Then, the week leading up to Easter, she stopped. Sleeping that is. She woke with alarming frequency through the night. She’d fall asleep quickly when nursing and I quickly determined she was not hungry. She just needed help staying asleep.
A quick checklist down the five S’s and I realized that at night we’d been missing a few items.
Swaddled? check
Suck? check
Side? check
Okay – but
Shhhh? – I’d forgotten that one! – out came the white noise machine.
That helped a tad, but still, something was missing.
Ah –
Swing? Hmm – might she need SWING at night? She certainly loved SWING during the day…
So – one sleep deprived Friday I carried the swing into her room…
And she immediately resumed her 7 hour stretches.
I vaguely remember Stewart demonstrating a similar night time pattern. But, in those days I was afraid to start “bad habits” and would never have given in to the swing.
These days – I went and borrowed another one for daytime use on the first floor.
“I slept in my own room, in my own crib, last night.
I did really well.
I’m one month and two days old this morning.
I’ve been told I’m really cute.”
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