What's New?

Well, nothing, really. Or, everything. Depends on how you look at it (it's like a half empty/half full debate). The main thing is, we're surviving very well, thank you. Arrena is now sleeping through the night. Mind you, in baby terms, "sleeping through the night" means sleeping 5 hours, so don't be TOO impressed. Still, when your life has you sleeping in 45 mins increments, 5 straight hours is as close to heaven as you could ask for. So again, she's sleeping through the night - she goes down at 7:30-9:30, eats, then goes down again around 10:30-4am, eats, then again from 4:30-7:30. And for this cycle, I am so grateful.

The best and worst of times is that 7/7:30 time, when she wakes up cheerful and proceeds to "talk" for an hour! It's an amazing thing to hear her. She doesn't cry, she rarely fusses, but seems to engage in long discussion with our overhead light fixture. In fact, I think they might be having a fling - judging by the way I catch her smiling at it. It's downright flirtatious. I really wonder if, just maybe, it's not the light fixture itself that she's smiling at, but at her guardian angel. Maybe my grandmother is hanging out around the art deco light, smiling down at my little girl. I don't know, but I like that more than her infatuation for inanimate objects. Of course, knowing her father and I and our love of SLEEPING IN, we can't exactly figure out what distant relative we have to thank for letting us inherit a "morning person" for a child. NOT FUNNY!

Last, we are as in love with Arrena's smiles as ever. She's smiling more and more, and loves to talk to me. We have amazing discussions about all sorts of things from my hair to the meaning of life. And she's finally able to wear some of the cute outfits in her closet (instead of all the cute onesies she hangs out in at home). Here is one that Grandma C bought. It's largely known that it is a grandmother's right to go insane while buying things for their grandchild. My mom might as well have been a stockholder in Janie and Jack, considering how much "support" she gave them. And not to be outdone, Grandma S had to be threatened with bodily harm if she actually bought that huge child's chair in the shape of a teddy bear. We finally convinced her that, if she bought it, it would take up so much room that she'd have to sleep on it whenever she visited. Strangely, she didn't seem that put off by the idea. It was pretty cute and fuzzy, but I think her feet would definitely have dangled off the end. Yet another crazy, Grammy, bought her an adorable outfit for rainy days. It'll be some time before she's big enough to wear it (next year?), but it's so cute that it'll be worth the wait.

I do wish that we lived closer to everyone. The girl needs to know "her people" and to take a while considering how stretched out the visits are. Luckily, she has an Auntie that comes by to see her. Instead of a working lunch, she's having a sleeping lunch. Auntie makes for a good crib, doesn't she? :-) If only she would come by around 10:30pm.