Emma—One month update + pictures

Well, without our power being out for four days, I was unable to post in a timely manner. So without further delay, here is Emma's one-month update.

How did my baby get to be one month old so quickly? When Cavan was a newborn, the first several weeks crept by. I just prayed I’d get through the day, to the next day, in my majorly sleep-deprived state. Hubby was spending 15 hours a day trying to finish the construction on our new house and I was stuck in a 200-square-foot temporary apartment by myself. I was going batty.

But the craziness eventually ended and my newborn started sleeping, and after about a six weeks, I finally started to enjoy life again.

This first month with Emma, however, has been lovely. I dare say easy. Hubby has been on summer vacation, so he has gotten up every morning with Cavan so that I can get a few more minutes (or hours) of sleep, depending on Emma’s schedule. This month, Cavan has turned into a Daddy’s girl, but because Daddy has given her a ton of attention, she hasn’t felt left out in Emma’s presence. And she is the best helper and big sister I could have asked for. She loves being involved in Emma's care.

So here is an update on my growing girl.

**At her two-week checkup, she weighed eight pounds, gaining one full pound since leaving the hospital.  Her next appointment is next week.

**She sleeps two to three hours consecutively at night, but after getting her diaper changed and having a snack, she goes right back to sleep (and so do I!)

**When she pees, she cries out a single, “Waaaa!” Other than that—please don’t hate me—she rarely (and briefly) cries.

**Her newest monikers are: Froggy (or Froglet)—because her favorite position is sleeping like a tree frog on my chest; Little One—Cavan called her this one day and it stuck; and Glow Worm—because that’s what she looks like when she is all swaddled up, especially in her green swaddler.

**Emma was born with an “elf ear.” Her left ear came to a point when she was born, but now it has almost rounded out completely. I miss her little elf ear—it was so cute.

**She has so much hair. Cavan was born with a little strawberry blonde hair, but it mostly fell out and grew back in white-blonde. Emma has a whole mop of light brown hair—we can even style it into a baby-hawk! I think it will be curly as well—when I was her hair it waves and fluffs.

**Her umbilical stump fell off in only four days and her new belly button looks like a smiley face.

**She will sleep all day as long as she is held. And yes, I am spoiling this baby by carrying her around nearly every minute. I’m getting a lot of use out of the Baby Bjorn already.

All and all, she is the easiest baby I know. I thought Cavan was easy, but it looks like Emma is even more laid back. We are so blessed. I am in love. I would never go back to life without children.

Cavan: Random Stuff

**To follow up my post about Cavan-frowning-botox, Cavan was sitting on the couch the other day while I was feeding Emma. Emma was trying to rid herself of gas, and her face scrunched up in deep concentration. Cavan leans over and whispers to Emma, "Don't frown little one." Too cute.

**When "So you think you can dance" was on, Cavan started doing cooky dances in our living room. These have now graduated to daily occurrences, which include a variety of fast and slow moves, jumping moves, floor moves, yoga moves, and modern, interpretive arm motions. The videos we've taken are hilarious. She is so creative and uninhibited. Words cannot truly describe it (especially when she throws in a few hip thrusts!)

**About a year ago, my mom bought Hubby a classic John Deere shirt—bright yellow with the green deer logo. It quickly became Cavan's favorite shirt for Daddy. She asked him to wear it all the time. So, this summer, Grandpa came to visit and gave Cavan her very own deer shirt, which she wears whenever Daddy wears his. (She actually wore the shirt for three days in a row when she first got it.) After Emma was born, Grandma came to visit with two more deer shirts—one for Mommy and one for Emma, though Emma's is pink with the green deer.) Now, whenever I am putting away laundry, Cavan finds all the deer shirts so we can keep them together. Even though we live in New York, I guess we're just country folks at heart.

Punishment for frowning

After Emma was born, Cavan started throwing tantrums. She would get upset at the drop of a hat and then scowl at us. I told her not to frown, but that just caused her to wrinkle her forehead even more. And that's when I told her about botox.

"Cavan, if you keep frowning, you are going to need botox."
Continued scowl.
"Do you know what botox is?"
More frowning.
"Botox is when the doctor takes a big needle and gives you shots in your forehead. Do you want shots in your forehead."
She's thinking about it.

Then, Cavan stops frowning and remembers the baby that was crying in the doctor's office just days before.
"The baby at the doctor's office was getting botox?"
"Maybe. I don't think you want botox, so you better stop frowning."
"Okay."

She hasn't given us that pissed off scowl since then!

Deer or Cavan??

My garden has another predator in addition to the deer—Cavan!

Today I went to the nursery to buy violas to fill in the border with my recently-eaten lilies (see the almost-green thumb). While I was planting them, Cavan was playing in the yard in my peripheral vision, but I wasn't monitoring her every move. As I was finishing up, Cavan comes up to me and says, "Here Mommy, I picked these pretty flowers for you," and she hands me a bouquet of the stems and flower buds of my Cupid's Dart plants, which were due to bloom next week.

AHHHHH!

Needless to say, the absolutely cute innocence of her actions prevented me from getting (too) angry, but I did have to explain to her, sternly, that she can't pick flowers unless she asks mommy first.

But I will always treasure those Cupid Dart plants, remembering how the first year they were supposed to bloom, I didn't see flowers, but rather an extra-special bouquet of buds!

Cavan, Corduroy, and clowns

Cavan loves the book Corduroy, by Don Freeman. As with most books, she will go through a period of a week or two, when she requests that one specific book be read over and over again. The last couple weeks have been a repeat of the story of the cute, little bear who lives in the toy department of a big store. And that is the setting of the first page, Corduroy sitting on a shelf with several other toys, including a stuffed bunny, a dolly, and a clown.

Every time we open to the first page, Cavan says the same thing, "Mommy, I don't like that clown," as she covers the clown with her hand. It cracks me up every time. But today there was a new twist on her clown phobia.

After her regularly scheduled comment, I continued reading the book. A few pages in Cavan looks at me, very seriously, and says, "Mommy, I never want a clown in my house."

Since this is a lovable kids book, I don't really consider this particular clown to have an evil persona. But I guess clowns are naturally creepy to a lot of people. Needless to say, we don't need to show Cavan the clown in Stephen King's IT!