Sunday, December 30, 2012

Little Miss Molly


I can't believe it has been a month and a half since I blogged last. Oops. Since then Bret's parents have been out to visit, I organized our ward party (which was super fun), my dad came to visit, we moved from San Angelo to Georgetown (20 minutes north of Austin) and we came home to Utah and now Idaho for Christmas. Talk about a whirlwind of a month. Whenever Molly fusses someone will say, "Oh I'm sure traveling has been hard on her. She'll be happy to get back to normal." This child has never experienced normal.

Molly is fabulous. She is growing like crazy and I think she'll be too big for her 0-3 month clothes pretty soon... she's not really a chunk, she's just long!


She is a fantastic sleeper and is usually going about 7 hours a night (the record is 8.5 hours!). She takes awesome (and many) naps too.



She is a good at eating, but she's a terrible eater. Let me explain... she can eat. In fact, she's a really fast eater with a good latch and suck, but she throws a giant fit during or after each feeding and acts really uncomfortable. Is been like this since Thanksgiving and we've been trying to figure out what's up, but no luck.

She's also starting to spit up a lot more, sometimes regular spits but often big gigantic, almost projectile spits. Yuck. I wonder if that has anything to do with the feeding issues.

The one other thing she HATES is tummy time. You'd think she was being tortured. Sometimes when she's on her belly she'll do little mini-push-ups, repeatedly smashing her nose into the ground. She's really strong but she just does NOT like it.


But to make amends for the food fights and tummy tantrums, she has learned how to smile at us and it absolutely melts our hearts. Once she's calmed down from an eating episode she's all smiles (and sleep) until the next battle.
She loves being held on her side with an arm along her tummy. She's starting to drool. She loves her dad. Tub time = happy time. Her changing pad is a mysterious place where she always gets happy and starts talking to us. 


She still loves being swaddled. Her blankets have magical calming powers. She loves her binkie too, but if she can't find it she'll gnaw on her hand instead. She comes dangerously close to getting her entire fist stuck in her mouth but she just can't seem to find her thumb. 


We love being parents. We love our baby. We love life. And just look at the girl... can you blame us?













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