Rough Start

We moved into Jared's dad's house on Wednesday night. This is the beginning of our 1-year plan. As I anticipated, it has been somewhat of a rough transition for Sophia... at night. I believe she knows our home, and feels comfortable and relaxed there. It will probably take awhile for her to adjust to our new home.

My brilliant plan was to use the pack 'n play as a crib until we are able to transfer her crib to Gary's. Yeah, that's not going to work. The pack 'n play has two mattress levels. When it is on the lower one, it is way too low to lay her down without nearly dropping her (much less waking her up)! The higher level is at a good height, but is suspended in such a way that is sways back and forth like a hammock, making a ruckus every time she moves, which also wakes her up.

There is the bassinet option. She barely fits anymore. She is too tall. It can be done, but when I lay her in it, there is no extra room for me to get my arm out from under her. So, if I stood over her bassinet all night that option could be a winner. But alas, not happening.

So there's the bed. The double bed. Me. Jared. Sophia. And the arm she's laying on. All fast asleep in the bed. Sigh.

The "F" Word

The Little Miss in our house has been developing quite a personality lately!

She has learned how to show frustration. While she is lying on her changing table and she decides she has had enough wiping and diapering, she flexes her whole body and her face scrunches up. Then she looks like she is pushing with all of her might (it really kind of looks like she is trying to "push one out"). Then, from deep within her throat arises a loud grunting wail (it also sounds like she is trying to "push one out"). She follows this same routine when she has had enough playtime in her exersaucer, or flings a toy off the edge, or in general needs attention. It is actually kind of cute. Here is what it looks like...

Sick Day

Yesterday afternoon, Sophia started coughing. It was nothing too serious, but it was obvious a cold was brewing. Last night, when we were getting ready for bed, she got very congested. Her coughing got much worse, and before long it got so bad that she threw up. This was no normal baby spit-up. It was throw up. She was exhausted and went to sleep by 9:30. An hour later, she started to stir, so I went in to check on her. She felt like a furnance. I stripped off her blanket sleeper, and rushed her into a cooler room (hers is heated warmer than the rest of the house). I took her temp and it was 101.9! I scurried around the house looking for the infant tylenol, and of course, couldn't find it. So Jared threw his pants on and rushed to the store. By the time he returned, her fever was down to 100.7. An hour later, the fever was gone, and she was out cold. This morning, a little fever returned of 99.5, and she is still coughing and congested.

I have been feeling very crampy and nauseous today, so we are having a sick day together on the couch, cuddled up with with pillows and blankets.

Poppy

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The Biting Has Begun

Enough said.

Teephers!!

This morning, I was reading over the feeding chart I have hanging on the fridge, going through the checklist of what Sophia has to accomplish before we give her infant cereal.

• Sits with help (check!)
• Pushes up with straight elbows while on tummy (check!)
• Holds mouth open as spoon approaches (hmmm... I don't know. Let's check.)

I went to the silverware drawer and grabbed the only baby spoon we have, which is metal. I brought it to her mouth. She turned away. I drew the spoon back and tried again. This time she opened wide and I put the spoon in. She bit down, and I heard click click click.

My eyes widened as I threw the spoon on the counter and replaced it with my finger. I traced her gumline and felt not one, but two teeth!!! I drew back her lip, and here is what I saw...

A New Day, A New Discovery

I have been realizing that Sophia falls asleep really quickly (when she is tired) on her contoured changing table pad. So last night, the light bulb went off...







It was a good night. No games. Just sleep. Praise God.