The Middle One

I won’t pretend that I try to give my kids equal time on this blog – after all, this started 6 years ago as Ryan’s blog. But my middle, my Finleigh, there’s something extra special about that kid. Maybe it’s my soft spot for 2 year olds (yep, love ’em). Maybe it’s my soft spot for redheads (married one). Maybe it’s just her squishy cheeks. But there’s something about that girl.

She’s fast. She only cuddles on her terms. She likes things HER way, and she don’t give a crap if you have other ideas. We call her Honey Badger. And it suits her. To a “T”.

When she slows down though, oh my, what a sweet heart. I just breathe all her toddler-y goodness in at night, as she’s drifting off to sleep, doing her family roll call (Ryan, daddy, mama, Asher, Finleigh, Zoe, Unca Mike, Annie Allison, Unca Jame, nonna, papa) and naming off all the parts of my face (eyes, eyefrows, lips, ears, cheeks) and pausing with her sweet, slightly sticky, pudgy little hand on my cheek. I melt.

I know I enjoyed this age with Ryan. But I also know I had a lot of other stuff going on then: school, work, the possibility of going back to work, my own inner demons – I had a lot of my own crap. And, hindsight being, as always, 20/20, I know this sweet little moment is fleeting. So fast.
She’ll be 2 in 2 months. And those little hands will lose their pudge, and her cheeks will slim down, and she’ll no longer need me to lay with her at night and give her “nosies”. So, for now, I breathe it all in.

A new project + Fin milestones

Anna Maria Horner: Museum Tunic + instructions.

I’ll be making this when I get home.

And Finleigh? She’s slept through the night the last TWO nights in a row (and yes, I realize I’m jinxing it by sharing). And she woke up this morning on her back, having rolled there from her tummy (cause I know I laid her down on her belly). Cliche? Yes. But they grow too fast.

via A new project + Fin milestones.

Bits and Pieces

6 pounds, 12 ounces, 19 ¾ in…already beat her birthweight!

Her first pictures at Picture People in Southcenter with Auntie Julie. She cried the whole time. Wore her little blue dress from Aunt Jody, looked adorable!

Weighs 8 pounds, 8 ounces on the kitchen scale at home.

Gets baby acne…ick.

Her first real smile! Smiled at her elephant toy!

Slept 5.5 hours tonight!, Smiled at Zoe! Weighs 9 pounds, 3 ounces.

First real laughs!! While changing her diaper, of course. It’s easy to see why that’s amusing!

Appt with Dr. Wittman. I had a “beautiful delivery”. I’m a stud.

Slept 7 hours!! Woohoo!! It’ll probably never happen again! Plus, it was after a really colicky night and she was super fussy for about 4 hours. That’ll tire anyone out, I suppose.