Ahhh! I can't believe we are two short months away from Nora's first birthday. Oh my goodness.
One thing Nora has been gaining pretty solidly since she was born, thank goodness, is weight. She now weighs 17 pounds, and has gotten a bit difficult for Mike to lift into the particular position that we've been putting her in for these monthly photos. He tried to hold her above his head to get the same effect, but it was not the same. And kind of dangerous looking, as you'll see from the two photos I included from our blooper reel.
In the end, having Mike in the photo with Nora was our best option and turned out really cute.
I have all these conflicting emotions in me that could spill themselves into another post. But I feel a little bit sad because my baby, who sometimes still seems so new and little, is growing, quite speedily, into a toddler. Soon that thigh chunk will shrink and those cheeks will slim, and she'll be walking and talking with real words.
But on the other hand, I am so excited for her to learn so many new things. I look forward to watching her take her first steps and toddle after her sister. I can't wait for her to become more of a playmate for Evie instead of just a sort of pet. Which is how Evie treats her most of the time.
I feel anxious because I know I'm not always as present as I should be, and time goes by so fast. I'm not always soaking up and fully savoring each moment I have with her sweet baby self.
I feel guilty because there are so many hard things that come with having a baby, and I don't always enjoy this baby raising thing.
I feel so much joy when I see her crawling and exploring her world.
I love the smell of her skin and the fluff of her hair and the big huge smile she gives me when she sees me. I love her floppy hand wave, like she's still not sure how her hand works. And I love her chattering and squealing and chortling and chuckling, and I think that nothing could be more wonderful than this baby raising thing.
I'm trying to enjoy this time so much. I know I could do better. But isn't this how things go?
Kind of imperfectly and perfect and stressful and amazing all at once?
There really isn't a ton new to report this month. Nora keeps getting stronger and more confident with her legs. She loves getting into stuff and grabbing stuff and eating stuff. Especially sand. And to my great dismay, she has had a hard time sleeping at night. Lately she's been up for two hours straight, and it's such a fight to get her back to sleep. I'm hoping this is just from all the teeth she's about to get and that she'll go back to sleeping through the night soon.
Anyway...no matter what, we love you Nora!