Happy Days

What a difference a week makes! Lana has woken up to the world and discovered that it’s not such a miserable place after all. She is alert, inquisitive, and far more content than ever before. She will now spend time lying in her crib and staring up at her mobile while making a whole new series of cooing sounds. She is beginning to smile and laugh, particularly when her father and I perform M.C. Hammer’s “Can’t Touch This” while dressing her in bottoms so big they look like parachute pants. It’s good that she laughs now, since it will mortify her when she’s a teenager and we perform 80’s songs in front of her friends (and we totally will).

Lana has also given us the greatest gift that any newborn can give her parents – for three nights in a row now she has slept for close to six continuous hours. Maybe it’s the new Miracle Blanket that is the equivalent of a baby strait-jacket or the cereal that we are spiking her bottles with (per doctor’s orders, of course). Or, maybe she’s decided that we’ve had enough new-parent hazing and she’s finally giving us a break.