baby kate. 2 months old.


Dearest Baby Kate,

If you would like yourself blogged about, then we need to discuss bed time. Circle of baby trust here? I'm good with how much I've seen you in a day by, like, 7:30. As much as I love you - oh Baby Kate, I sure do - I don't love you as much from 7:30 - 9:00.

Look, kid, I have other things on my evening agenda, really important things like blogging and internet-ing. I could do without juggling you during an Intervention-esque process: "Kaitlin Nancy, will you accept the sleep help that is being offered to you?".

Ok I will admit, Baby Kate, that the night time dance is totally worth the 10 hours you sleep after it, but I kind of miss my me time. I have a lot of stories to tell and you are not letting me tell them. You are making things look super second kid around here and really, it's on you not me.

Tonight. Tonight you have chosen to fall asleep at 7:30. I don't even know what to do with myself. I'm practically giddy dusting off my keyboard and sitting down to tell the world you are two months old. You are fabulous. You are fun. You are the stuff second born baby dreams are made of.

We love you, Baby Kate. We plan to keep you around, but let's make your two month resolution to find a better, more time effective bedtime ritual.

Love,
Mama


Sam decided Chuck's Mom is "Lala" so we're going with it. Lala loves her Katie Girl.
 
Has Solly Baby Wrap. Will travel.
 

Lucy is so in love with her Baby. Do not even get me started about my memories of Lucy at the same age. Why is their no "kill me" emoji on this key board? Why are there only letters?


Not to be out done by Lala, but Mom Mom loves her Katie Girl.

Kate-erina Kitty Cat.



Pretty adequate representation of Kate's day.



Aunt/Cousin Janelle! The sigh of relief when she walked in the house was as much from Sam as from Me, and then Chuck when he got home. Thank God a real parent is here for the children.




Little did we know, Chuck would have a 101 fever in just a few hours. She never caught it. Dodged that bullet.


 


Vomit happens.


Her favorite chauffeur.

A rare photo together... How do these Pinterest Moms get perfect photos of a not-two year old and a baby? Tell me what I'm missing here.

 


She is truly the light of our days, even if she still won't take a bottle. Don't even get me started...

[photo dump friday]

It has really been a banner week around here.
 
I'm finally FINALLY back to normal after this c-section. It was a slow and painful recovery this time around (emphasis on both slow and painful) and I feel like I got my life back this week. Sam got Mom back, Katie got to have a Mom and my Mom got to be less caregiver more Grandma again. Win. Win. Win.
 
This is the happiest Friday Photo Dump in a long time. It was a good week. It was a great week. Smiles all around, even from Kate who decided to start smiling this happy week.
 
Here's how we did:
 

 
Sam likes to carry around this picture of Chuck's Mom and Sister all over the house. I hear him talking to them and I find them in weird places. This week, I found "Naaaaaan" and "Lala" in the toaster. That was my favorite.
 

He is a morning person. This is 6 am and looking out the window.

Super Sam was given a cape by my Mom's best friend, Christine. This is the best Christine gift ever, after the Air Zooka. The Air Zooka wedding gift is still tops.

I'm a good Mom. I'm a good Mom. I'm a good Mom.

Found out this week that Sam can climb chain link fences. He got about half way up this one in a quest to see the "dig digs".


She likes to hold her hands. It's adorable.

Kate was worried the bow was just too much.


Born to fly. Maybe next time he'll actually take off.


First walk to the park and it was heaven.

Sam was so happy to be outside with mom again. It's been awhile.

Pajama Fridays are a little crowded now that these two have joined the party. Thank God they are classic second borns. This is Miles, Lucas' little brother. He's three months old and a peach.

The Bigs at Pajama Friday. Play Doh adventures and Orange Juice dreams...

We'll end the week with her first smile. It's amazing how a smile can make it all worth it. That and finally her recognizing for all my hard work.


happy one month, Kate.



And we've kept her alive for a month! WAHOO! It's all down hill from here right?

Let's get you better acquainted with Miss Kate, shall we?

Katie Girl is a doll. She likes long naps, is a habitual over eater, and a convicted cuddle bug. Almost too much of a cuddle bug - that transition to her own crib is going reeeeal well (sarcasm at its best).

She spent the first half of her life only sleeping on me but has now transitioned to the space in the bed formerly known as "where Chuck sleeps". Chuck has transitioned to the guest room because our bed is not made for 3. The dream is for Kate to someday sleep in her own bed and Chuck to move back into our room, but right now - it's newborn survival mode.

Speaking of newborn survival mode, let's talk about Kate's behavior from 8 pm - 10 pm every night. It is most unbecoming of a lady. I wouldn't say it's colic - it's not three hours of screaming. It's definitely PM fussiness / "I am woman, hear me roar". And I get that.

During the day, she is lovely. Hardly a peep and easily calmed if she does speak up. Between 8 - 10, Lord have mercy. She cannot handle life. Someday, we will have a bedtime routine for her that doesn't involve me saying "SEE YA!" and going to bed at 8 while Chuck bounces and juggles until 10, when he brings her in and like a light, she's down for the count and sleeps hours. HOURS. 6, 7, I think we've even had an 8 hour stretch. She likes her sleep. She just doesn't like her evenings.

I have a theory that the PM fussiness is a ploy for attention because it basically starts the moment Sam goes to bed. It's like she wants to really make sure we notice her and she gets full parental attention for her only child time once Sam is down. We see you Kate. Oh we so see you.

All in all, we have decided to keep her and continue being a family of four.

Happy one month Kate.


 
 
First bath. Didn't cry for this one, but cried for all subsequent until just this last week. Way to grow and mature, Kaitlin.



First official photo as a foursome and first official "on the couch" photo. This was at two weeks old so erase some baby weight from my face.



Best.Dad.Ever.





Her life is exhausting.


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