Dear Adelaide: Month Two
Dear Addy-Lou,
As you gain control over your motor skills you no longer look like you are throwing gang signs at us. This is unfortunate as I was hoping that you could prove to be the youngest diplomat in the hood. As I type this, Daddy is walking you around the house, opening cupboards, singing songs and trying to get you to fight the baby in the mirror. Any developmental problems you have will be blamed solely on him.
You started working those neck muscles shortly after birth but now you nearly have the head thing mastered. You’ve also started tracking things with your eyes over the past couple of weeks. It’s amazing to watch you change every day.
People always ask how you are sleeping but I think what they want to know is how WE are sleeping. We sleep well. You wake up once during the night for a diaper change, snack and cuddle. You always go right back to sleep - or at least I do and that’s all that matters.
You had your two month doctor appointment on Wednesday when you weighed in at a whopping 13 lbs., 14 oz. and 24 1/4” tall. You are in the 95th percentile. I thought that maybe your two week delay made you climb the charts but apparently you’re big for a 10 weeker too. You’re HUGE and are outgrowing many of your clothes. We are trying to get all of the use we can out of your small Fuzzi Bunz but will be switching within the week to medium. You are already in 3-6 month clothes which is good since you have so many.
Because Hurricane Katrina wreaked havoc on the legal system here in New Orleans, your father is working 24 hours a week rather than 60-80 hours. This is a great bonus for you and me.
We’re finally able to establish a routine with you (or at least pretend to) now that we are home. Granted, I’m not sure when the lawn is going to get mowed but at least I’ve been able to keep on top of the laundry.
As time goes on, the cats tolerate you more and you thankfully tolerate us and our many fumbles.
Love,
Mommy
As you gain control over your motor skills you no longer look like you are throwing gang signs at us. This is unfortunate as I was hoping that you could prove to be the youngest diplomat in the hood. As I type this, Daddy is walking you around the house, opening cupboards, singing songs and trying to get you to fight the baby in the mirror. Any developmental problems you have will be blamed solely on him.
You started working those neck muscles shortly after birth but now you nearly have the head thing mastered. You’ve also started tracking things with your eyes over the past couple of weeks. It’s amazing to watch you change every day.
People always ask how you are sleeping but I think what they want to know is how WE are sleeping. We sleep well. You wake up once during the night for a diaper change, snack and cuddle. You always go right back to sleep - or at least I do and that’s all that matters.
You had your two month doctor appointment on Wednesday when you weighed in at a whopping 13 lbs., 14 oz. and 24 1/4” tall. You are in the 95th percentile. I thought that maybe your two week delay made you climb the charts but apparently you’re big for a 10 weeker too. You’re HUGE and are outgrowing many of your clothes. We are trying to get all of the use we can out of your small Fuzzi Bunz but will be switching within the week to medium. You are already in 3-6 month clothes which is good since you have so many.
Because Hurricane Katrina wreaked havoc on the legal system here in New Orleans, your father is working 24 hours a week rather than 60-80 hours. This is a great bonus for you and me.
We’re finally able to establish a routine with you (or at least pretend to) now that we are home. Granted, I’m not sure when the lawn is going to get mowed but at least I’ve been able to keep on top of the laundry.
As time goes on, the cats tolerate you more and you thankfully tolerate us and our many fumbles.
Love,
Mommy
2 Comments:
Hi Kelly. I'm Kerry's friend, Angie. I met you at St. Charles Gardens. Adelaide is beautiful. I'm a mom to a 10 month old boy. Everything gets better.
Hey Angie! Of course I know who you are. In fact, I have a bone to pick with your employers about getting a tarp for my roof ... just kidding.
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