My sweet girl has finally started smiling!
Her smiles are still rare, but now I'm getting three or four per day... and they are bright sunshine beaming through the clouds! I can't describe the joy I feel when she meets my eyes and smiles at me.
She is a perfectly wonderful baby. Very, very easy. Her favorite way to spend her waking moments is to lay on her back on a folded towel on the dining room table and stare at her hands and her surroundings. More than once I have come to check on her and found that she has just drifted off to sleep while entertaining herself this way.
When she doesn't want to lay on her little towel bed, she likes to ride in the Moby wrap. I can't get enough of smelling her sweet head and breathing in her scent as I go about my day with her on my chest.
So far as she sleeps quite a bit. Many naps through the day. It's not uncommon for her to sleep through the night, from about 9 p.m. to 5 or 6 a.m. Some nights she will wake for a 2:30 or 3:30 feeding, and then right back to sleep until 7 or 8. I know I am lucky. I don't expect it to last, but I enjoy every night of it.
She doesn't even cry for diaper changes.
Tonight William had an accident. He was having too much fun playing in the basement and didn't make it to the toilet in time. (And he had had a lot of liquid in the preceding hours, so there was quite a mess.) Even with Brian handling the floor, it still took at least ten minutes for me to strip William and shower him off and get him dressed again. Neva had started fussing in her bouncer right before the accident, and since I wasn't able to get her, she cried nonstop the entire time I was helping Will. There was nothing I could do. I just picked her up after I was finished with him and her little voice was hoarse. She whimpered as she nursed. I wondered what she must have been thinking. Did she think I had forgotten about her?
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