today we celebrated your one month birthday. what a celebration it was. you lovingly projectile puked an entire feeding on me. then i called your nana to come over so i could go spend daddy's hard earned cash on a new outfit (or two) for you as a reward. when people comment on how you already have too many clothes, i tell them (don't forget this), "a true lady has an outfit for EVERY occasion." that includes one month birthday vomit extravaganzas.
we took you to the dr's today and you weighed an astounding 6 lbs, 11oz. you've gained 50% of your body weight in 31 days. all the dr could do was let out a hearty chuckle and pat us on the back. we are TRULY amazing parents. duh. keep up the good work little piggy... but slow it down in a few years or you'll be hard pressed to find a prom dress.
i can hardly believe its been one month already. we've had you home from the nicu for 21 days now, and up until this week you've been the calmest, sweetest, gentlest baby in all the world. well sweetheart, the nurses in the nicu must have been bribing you, or drugging you or something... cuz for some reason you've recently decided it's quite fashionable to scream bloody murder.
you: "BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SOMETHING IS WRONG!!! SOMETHING IS TERRIBLY WRONG!!! BUT I WILL NOT TELL YOU WHAT IT IS!!! KEEP GUESSING, YOU JERKS!!!"
us: "help!"
lucky for all of us this only happens a few times a day, otherwise it'd be awfully embarrassing and we'd have to send fruit baskets to all the neighbors within a 2 mile radius. keep up the good work baby. tone those abs!
on to your cuteness... for someone who's not supposed to be born for three more weeks you have some mad skillz, lady. you can almost hold your head up completely by yourself. one day we were all like, "hey look, she can lift her head..." then a few days later, "hey look, she can lift her head and hold it steady for a few seconds and stare you down..." then this week it's been, "hey look, she's playing the piano and remodeling the kitchen..." seriously, you're really freakishly strong. you keep kicking daddy in the gut when he feeds you, and even though it hurts, we all think it's kinda cute when you're hungry and pissed and you slap me in the face. i'll let you get away with that for about 3 more months, so enjoy every last smack. certain people would pay good money for that privilege.
as far as daddy and i are concerned... i wont lie, being new parents is tough stuff. we are so insanely tired, and at times crazy-super-dont-even-look-at-me-stressed. but every once in a while you'll open up your pretty blue eyes, stick out your pouty bottom lip, and look at us like, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE AND DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING?!" no sweetie, we have no effing idea. but you definitely make it worth figuring out.
welcome home baby claire. we love every second of you.
-mama
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