Sitting up, sort of...

So the other night when we were watching USC get the junk beat out of them, we were depressed (ok, I was depressed, John could care less), so we decided to stick McKenna in our big leather chair to see if she would sit there for a while. It now is her new favorite thing to do. We prop her up between the arm and the back of the chair, and she'll sit there for a half an hour or so.

We didn't discover for several minutes that she needs the arm to sit up, here's a video of what happens when we sit her in the middle of the chair instead of against the arm:

Lots o' shots...

Although this picture was not taken today, it is representative of how things are going for McKenna at this moment. She had to get the first battery of vaccinations today, not to mention the fact that she caught John's cold, she is not a happy camper. She keeps falling asleep, but then can't breathe through her nose which wakes her up. No amount of baby tylenol can make her feel better at this point I fear. Poor thing. Hopefully tomorrow she'll be on the mend.

I was right however about her weight, she's now a pudgy 11 lbs 0.5 oz, and 23 inches tall (or long depending upon how you look at it).

Word to my homies...

McKenna received this bag in the mail from some family friends of ours the Denk's from Arizona. I decided that it would be fun to take some pictures of McKenna in the bag to send to them... she decided to flash the peace sign (or gang signs, looks like 'west side' to me) while in the bag, which made for some pretty cute pictures.

I can't believe how fast she's growing, it seems like yesterday I was huge and swollen and miserably pregnant with her. Tomorrow we go for her two month check up, and I'm pretty sure the doctor is going to tell us that she's over 11 pounds, almost double her birth weight. She smiles and coos, kicks her little arms and legs and recognizes John and me. How fun is that? It makes me even more sad that I have to go back to work soon, it's been nice to be home with her. Honestly I haven't missed the office drama one iota. It's interesting how my whole focus has shifted from work to McKenna...I guess that's by design. I think I'm going to have a hard time concentrating for the first few weeks, mainly because my job was/is so fast paced and sometimes stressful. It will be interesting to see how that changes when I go back...maybe things that seemed like a big deal three months ago, won't seem so huge anymore.

One more picture, because I can't help myself...these are some PJ's that Aunt Blair bought for McKenna, and when I saw them initially I thought that she would never fit into them... how cute are they?

So close...

McKenna slept for 7 hours (in a row, that's why it's exciting) the other night. I think we're getting close to her sleeping through the night. The only problem with the longer spells of sleeping, relates to the fact that then I wake up in a dead panic because I haven't heard the baby make a noise. Hopefully soon I'll be able to sleep through the night too...maybe I should try the rocking chair or perhaps some warm milk, I've heard from reliable sources that those methods work. I may have a more difficult time than McKenna, we shall see.

She's also started smiling this week, which is a fun new addition to her repertoire of tricks. We spend many hours a day trying to make her smile, which is exhausting. Here's a rare sighting caught on tape:

Sad Face...

So it does exist... She does cry sometimes and I have proof... The sad part is I mostly think it's funny. In the following photos, McKenna is crying because I just gave her a bath and changed her clothes, I realize this was incredibly mean of me, seeing as she was covered in poop (this may be the only benefit of eating solid food, at least it won't get everywhere). She absolutely hates being naked, she is a modest girl (I hope this continues).

Growth spurts, screaming and baby acne...oh the joys of week 6

She may look cute and innocent, but believe me, she has learned to manipulate her parents already. In the past two weeks we've been engaged in a battle of wills, we want her to nap in her crib when she's so tired she can't keep her eyes open...she has other ideas. We probably did her a disservice by letting her nap on us for the first few weeks she was home (but seriously, who can resist this face?). This has been a epic for the ages, she cries and cries and cries some more before she finally falls asleep. Strangely, we don't have this problem at night, she goes down easily. At least her days and nights aren't mixed up anymore. I will win this war, I am committed to it.

So I mentioned at somepoint, somewhere, I think, maybe on Facebook, that I was terrified of cutting her nails with clippers, I discovered a couple of weeks ago why I was so afraid, I cut the tip of her finger with the clippers. Beyond the fact that it bled like crazy, she screamed in a way that I've never heard her scream before...I guess there won't be any doubt in my mind as to what her 'I'm in pain' cry sounds like. So she looked like she was wearing nail polish on her finger for a few days, but other than that she doesn't seem to have suffered any ill effects. I'm the one who still suffers because I still feel guilty, even though she has completely healed. I know it's ridiculous. I may get over it some day... but so far I've made her have tongue surgery and cut her finger, I feel mean. I guess she already has chapter one for her, Mommy Dearest, memoir she'll write some day.

I think, even with all of the difficulties of the last two weeks, I'll probably keep her... she's a pretty good baby :-).

Inherited Narcolepsy...

It seems that McKenna has inherited her father's love for sleeping... see 'exhibit A' below this post. I have a hard time waking either of them up from a nap. In fact, they're both sleeping now, and I have tried (unsuccessfully) to wake both of them up so they would play with me, but I guess it's not in the cards. I am becoming increasingly bored this evening, the RNC isn't nearly as engaging as I'd hoped, the Rockies are winning, I now know more than I ever needed to know about the genetic condition of gigantism, and America's Got Talent proves that America may not, in fact, have any talent. So because of this, I redesigned my blog page, created a new header, and am desperately trying to think of something entertaining to write so that people will continue to visit this blog.

Unfortunately, I may be unsuccessful in this pursuit. I have 500 other things I should be doing right now, but I can't bring myself to do any of them, because watching the baby sleep is infinitely more satisfying than housework of any variety. I figure that I should enjoy these days because they will be given to me in a limited supply, not only because she is growing so fast, but also because I am already half way through my maternity leave. I am really struggling with the idea of having to go back to work, I never thought the decision to return would be so difficult...it's a good thing I made the choice before I left the office in the first place. I am also worried about who I'm going to leave her with on Wednesdays, I'm just going to keep praying that God would lead me to the person/place McKenna is supposed to be with. This all is much harder than I thought it would be, I am more attached to this little person than I realized was possible.