Two Month Update
Dear Lana,
Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’ve made tremendous advancements in the past month, particularly in the area of rage moderation. We have gone several weeks without any major meltdowns and you now resort to screaming only when you are hungry, have poopy pants, wish to be held, become bored, or are woken up before you are ready. That may sound like a lot, but it is a major improvement over shrieking for no reason other than air is touching your skin.
You are now sleeping through the night on a regular basis, and for that I have to thank the makers of the Miracle Blanket. It is a swaddling blanket on steroids, and its name is no exaggeration. Anything capable of restraining your arms for more than five minutes and helping you sleep peacefully for more than five hours deserves miracle status. Instead of dreading the evenings, I now enjoy our bedtime ritual of bathing you, smearing lotion on you, swaddling you, and marching you from one end of the house to the other until you drift off to sleep. I get tremendous satisfaction from watching your eyes get heavy and your face relax as you lie in my arms, even if I am totally jealous of the long, beautiful eyelashes that have appeared on your face in the past month.
Other month two developments include smiling, squealing, and valiant attempts at laughing. Your primary sources of amusement are your crib mobile, the surfboard above your changing table, the candles on our mantle, your Mom and Dad, your grandparents, the television, and the sofa. It’s a little depressing that inanimate objects elicit the most positive response from you, but at least your father and I rank above the couch.
One other benefit of your improved attitude over the past month is that I am now brave enough to take you out in public. I am delighted to show you off and I expect everyone we encounter to admire and comment on your cuteness. You tend to naturally attract a lot of attention (that head of hair is hard to ignore), but on one occasion our waitress barely gave you a second glance. I found her lack of attentiveness toward you more upsetting than if she had spit in my waffle fries. How could she ignore my beautiful baby? Did she not see that glorious mane, those perfect little lips? DID SHE HAVE NO HEART?!
Happy two month birthday, Lana. Try not to get any cuter or your mom may start getting into fights with random waitresses.
Love,
Mom
Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’ve made tremendous advancements in the past month, particularly in the area of rage moderation. We have gone several weeks without any major meltdowns and you now resort to screaming only when you are hungry, have poopy pants, wish to be held, become bored, or are woken up before you are ready. That may sound like a lot, but it is a major improvement over shrieking for no reason other than air is touching your skin.
You are now sleeping through the night on a regular basis, and for that I have to thank the makers of the Miracle Blanket. It is a swaddling blanket on steroids, and its name is no exaggeration. Anything capable of restraining your arms for more than five minutes and helping you sleep peacefully for more than five hours deserves miracle status. Instead of dreading the evenings, I now enjoy our bedtime ritual of bathing you, smearing lotion on you, swaddling you, and marching you from one end of the house to the other until you drift off to sleep. I get tremendous satisfaction from watching your eyes get heavy and your face relax as you lie in my arms, even if I am totally jealous of the long, beautiful eyelashes that have appeared on your face in the past month.
Other month two developments include smiling, squealing, and valiant attempts at laughing. Your primary sources of amusement are your crib mobile, the surfboard above your changing table, the candles on our mantle, your Mom and Dad, your grandparents, the television, and the sofa. It’s a little depressing that inanimate objects elicit the most positive response from you, but at least your father and I rank above the couch.
One other benefit of your improved attitude over the past month is that I am now brave enough to take you out in public. I am delighted to show you off and I expect everyone we encounter to admire and comment on your cuteness. You tend to naturally attract a lot of attention (that head of hair is hard to ignore), but on one occasion our waitress barely gave you a second glance. I found her lack of attentiveness toward you more upsetting than if she had spit in my waffle fries. How could she ignore my beautiful baby? Did she not see that glorious mane, those perfect little lips? DID SHE HAVE NO HEART?!
Happy two month birthday, Lana. Try not to get any cuter or your mom may start getting into fights with random waitresses.
Love,
Mom
Labels: monthly update
posted by Guest at Sunday, October 29, 2006
1 Comments:
How anyone can look at that face and fail to comment is beyond me. Even if she belonged to someone else, I would still have to ooh and ahh over her. Happy Halloween,Lana!
Love,
Granny T
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