You're My Best Friend

Yesterday, I arrived home from work to find both Caroline and Emmy upset and crying as their mother's worked to calm their fears and soothe them back to normal. I tried to help Betsy as she busily prepared Caroline's bottle, but until she was fed, there was no making her happy. Then, after the dust had settled, the girls were placed ever so close together and something amazing happened. I will let the video tell the tale, but it is apparent even at 1 and 6 months of age, the girls are already best friends.

Milestones

Emmy's had a big couple of weeks! The biggest thing (and I'm almost afraid to post it!) is that she went 6 hours between feedings at night...two days in a row!!! Everyone reading this, knock on wood three times RIGHT NOW! Mom is a new person after getting to sleep for longer than an hour and a half at a time. We're hoping that we keep this up! How amazing would that be! Here's Emmy contemplating if she's going to be nice to Mom and sleep again tonight.

She also started smiling and cooing! I worked every day for a month talking to Emmy and asking her to smile at me and she got to the point where she would almost do it. Then of course Gigi and Pops came over last weekend and she smiles for them right away. Then she smiles for her Daddy three times. She made me wait last...little stinker. It hasn't been documented with a picture yet, but we'll get it on as soon as we can.

We went to our first playgroup with Aunt Betsy and Caroline. There were a lot of cute older men there so we had to get dressed up cute. Play is kind of a strong word for what we did, but they invited us back anyway! I think she was just playing hard to get.

Poor Emmy has her mom's chicken legs and unfortunately she also doesn't have a butt (NOT from her Mom) so that means that all clothes are simultaneously too small and too big. Everything's short and wide on our little string bean. We made it work and rocked our short sleeve shirt on a 40 degree day. All the other kids at the paygroup were in turtlenecks, sweaters, and

courdouroys... oh well... CPS didn't come, so I guess we're ok.

I also decided I would join the Bow-Head club. She's gotta have something until we can have a real bow! Here's a pic of where the bowhead (or maybe scarf?) spent most of the time it was on her head, or guess I should say neck.

We also got dressed up for a big lunchdate with Aunt Rara. We went though the Chick-Fil-A drive through. Hey, baby steps....As a general rule, we HATE outfits... A lot of screaming is usually involved when we wear one.

We went on our first trip to the mall to get our one-month birthday pics taken (yes, I'm obsessed with pictures) and I ran into Macy's to exchange something. Yeah, we're not quite ready to go to the mall yet. It was a LOOOOONG five minutes for me and the lady doing my exchange. You'll notice a repeat of the bowhead, but it's the only one we have and after that trip to the mall, it might be a while before we get another one!

The great-grandparents Maw Maw and Paw Paw and Great Aunt Jane also came for a visit!

We've got one special trick that we're working on. She's pooped out the back of her diaper on the last six outfits. I'm not quite sure how the physics of it works, but she's manages to get it halfway up her back, and she' really good at it. We're going for the world record on "Consecutive outfits pooped at least halfway up the back by a newborn in a 24 hour period". Somebody quick, call Guinness...

I also just packed up all the newborn diapers and newborn clothes. She's such a big girl we've grown out of both! I know one day I'll look and won't be able to imagine that she was this tiny. Don't worry, I'm cherishing every moment! =)

Moving Right Along...One Month Old...

A picture is worth a thousand words...