Lucille Marie turned a big two months last Friday, on November 22.
Even my parents commented how much she's grown in only the last week+. She smiles and "talks" when you make faces at her. She tracks objects and is especially smitten with a vintage fisher price mobile above the changing table at 1129. She's gone from squeaking to grunting. There are serious air punch and kick workout sessions.
She's developed somewhat of a night schedule. She eats around 9 p.m., then sleeps until 2 a.m., barely waking to nosh, as Maizey would say, "a nibble." (And never cries - just grunts until I feed her.) Then, she usually falls back to sleep until 5:30 a.m. Another feeding and a few more hours of shut eye. Of course, the "schedule" will change tomorrow, but for the last week it's been nice to rely on. She doesn't like swaddling, or her crib/cradle/pack&play, still preferring her car seat or a space in my bed.
And, it seems Lucy (or at least her gut) doesn't love dairy. A huge bummer for this gouda/cream/butter lovin' mama. An occasional slip (or intentional feast of bushey's steak, cheese tortellini with alfredo sauce, and parmesan tomatoes), means an excess of fussing, cramping, and spitting up. Fingers and toes (and eyes, arms, elbows, etc.) are crossed that this is quickly outgrown.
She's a joy. It's her sister that's the pistol...
