This is a wee bit picture heavy, what can I say... apparently, I don't have the ability to edit.
Some of my favorite things-
My family... and while I can't take any pictures, he lives in our hearts.
Her first smiles.
'Oh, my nap nanny, how I love thee.'
Soft and sweet smelling baby skin.
Experiencing the ocean for the first time.
Two months old!
This face, oh, this face melts my heart.
A pretty little tutu butt.
My moby wrap is a good, good friend.
A sleeping little girl in our arms.
Walks on the beach with my sweetheart... and a fourth of july shrimp.
Wiggly arms and legs.
And chubby baby cheeks.
Life has been full and sweet and hard and lovely. Summer is hot and keeps getting hotter. We've been to the lake and the beach and to the movies (yes, can you believe we took our 2 month old to the movies... we did and it was fabulous). I celebrated my birthday with japanese food and a fussy baby. We survived the 6 week growth spurt and are settling into a routine. A routine that could change at any moment- wait, yep, it just changed again. Hannah Mae has discovered her fuss pot gene, which she did not, ahem, get from me. She's smiling now. Her smiles could melt the coldest of hearts. Mine included. She has a divine laugh, which we've only heard while she's sleeping, but I think she's getting close to laughing for real, mostly at her papa because he's just so darn funny.
Breastfeeding has finally gotten better. She turns 10 weeks old tomorrow and it's only taken 10 weeks to feel like I've gotten the hang of it. Still, I'm constantly worried about my supply and obsessively checking her diapers and such. We think she's up to, oh, I'd guess 9 lbs now. She is definitely twice her birth weight. It seems like she grows and changes right before our eyes. It's scary and wonderful.
There are times when I look at her from across the room, times when I'm removed far enough physically from her to truly 'see' this crazy life all around me and I still can't believe it.
She's here. She's alive and living here in this space with us. Her swing and diapers and pacifiers litter our tiny apartment and I love her more each day. With each passing hour I find my love for her grows. And when I think about Owen and linger on his face, his memory, I find my love for him has grown as well. Motherhood is a scary, vulnerable and beautiful thing.
We're moving soon. I can hardly believe it. Chris only has a week and a half left of work before we start marathon packing and then another two weeks after that we ship out to the mid-west.
I really can't talk too much about moving because it scares me and makes me sad and gives me heartburn... and well, I don't anticipate the transition to be any fun at all. I grew up moving every 2-3 years, so I know (sort of) what to expect. Moving to a place I've never even visited before is not a new experience for me, but I've never been the adult before and my parents aren't going to be there to tell me what to do.
Hannah's getting baptized next Sunday. I can't even really describe what this means to me. Maybe I'll find the time another day to write about it. I know it will be an emotional day. I can't wait.
Well, it's getting late and while we're getting more sleep these days, I still definitely sleep when the boss lady sleeps.