October 9, 2014
. . . weighs 10 lbs, 7 oz and measures 22 1/4 inches.
. . . is finnicky about sleep. But we're not great about a consistent schedule so that's probably our fault as much as hers. We're still grasping for routine here.
. . . has not slept a single night away from us. Her brothers and sister slept in their own rooms from the start, but their rooms were just down the hall from us. Our bedrooms are a lot more spread out in this house so she sleeps right next to me. I'm wondering if that's going to come back to bite us.
. . . sleeps well at night (relatively speaking) but has trouble getting back to sleep after she eats.
. . . spends way more time crying for her Mama than her siblings did. Claire is, well, challenging these days and I often have to put Hattie down to attend to her or her brothers. It breaks my heart, and usually only lasts for a minute or two, but she'll get so worked up that it sometimes feels like an hour.
. . . has the sweetest smiles. They just melt my heart. Sometimes she smiles at me and I wonder if I'll ever be able to put her in a time out. It just seems impossible.
. . . has her big sister wrapped around her little finger. Her brothers, too, for that matter. Every so often, they'll get frustrated when she cries in the car, but for the most part, they're very loving and attentive. Claire gets the most one on one time with her. I spend a lot of time protecting her from Claire's love.
. . . seems to poop way more than her siblings. Maybe it just seems that way, but holy cow. I feel like I'm constantly changing her diaper.
. . . is always in pajamas. It's just easier that way now that the weather is cool. I have some really cute warm weather clothes that she'll never get a chance to wear, and that's a bummer. I feel bad for not putting her in cute clothes, but that's a lot of work.
. . . had a harder time holding her head up from the beginning. It's getting better now, but Kyle and I were both a little worried at first because she was a lot "floppier" than the other three. At her check-up, we found out that her head is the same size as her siblings was, but her height and weight are much smaller. The doctor said it's probably because her head was so much bigger proportionally, but that she seemed to be developing fine.
. . . does not like tummy time. Who does, really?
. . . leaves the house every day to go to pick up or drop off siblings, her brothers' games, to the store with mom . . . she's on the go. She rarely leaves my arms or her car seat though. It is flu season, after all.
. . . is starting to raise her hands to try and bat at toys dangling above her. She mostly just lays there and stares at them intensely, though.