Olivia is ten weeks today. For the first time since she was born, I thought to myself, I hope she stays this little forever. I don't mean that of course, but oh the cuteness of this age is bewitching. I can stare at her for hours-- her sleeping face, her smiling face, her grumpy face (ok maybe not this so much).
I went back to work at nine weeks. Some things are not as bad as I thought (like work itself); some are harder (like the three consecutive days I got plugged ducts and was in so much pain it was hard to finish the day).
Things I don't want to forget about this age -
The softness of your skin, especially with rolls upon rolls of fatty squishiness. I love kissing you everywhere, sometimes you let me, other times you swat at me with your little hand. Oh don't get me started on your little hand...
You love being held upright, with your little neck held high. With each passing day, it seems you can hold your head up longer, higher. You look all around, something banging your head into my face, my shoulder, daddy's glasses. When you hurt yourself you let out a brief yet loud little cry. Very rarely are you inconsolable. When in doubt, a bottle of milk does the trick.
Four ounces of milk has never lasted you four hours. These days we are lucky if you last three. Soon you will be downing five ounces I'm sure. You're fiftieth percentile for both height and weight. Very impressive for my little baby. I hope you always love to eat.
Another couple of weeks, and you will probably outgrow 0-3 months clothes. Mommy can't wait! :)
You love milk, pacifier, bath time, in that order. :)
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