Q got her 2 month immunizations, this week, and I barely held back tears. She screamed her head off for a very short while and then was promptly distracted by the "rainmaker" toy that the nurse was holding and drifted off to sleep. Steven and I both got booster shots, as well, but these were much less painful than watching our daughter get hers.
I took her out in her stroller for the first time, that day; we went on a short jaunt to Sears, where I purchased an item off a wedding registry and a sleeper that Q does NOT need. Here is my internal dialogue regarding the sleeper:
"Look! A cute sleeper!"
"She doesn't NEED any clothes. She has more than she can wear already!"
"But we always use sleepers. Remember how many clothes she spits up and pees on!"
"We can't afford any extras right now!"
"But look, it's on sale! Only $3!"
"Just today you tossed an outfit into the 'donate' pile that she'd never even worn."
And then, I came up with the most brilliant argument to myself--one that I will use to justify buying Q adorable and totally unnecessary extras for years to come:
"This may be the last time I have a baby girl."
So I bought it. I bought the button-down sleeper with the apples and the pears on it. And it fits her perfectly, and it is adorable. Ironically, I use the OPPOSITE internal argument as a justification for saving all of her outgrown clothes: "But we might have another baby girl!"
Q and I took our first bath together, recently, and I am trying to encase that picture-perfect moment in my memory like a bug in maple resin (okay, that was weird...). She had been screaming all morning, which was quite unusual, and I was beside myself--home alone, crying and vocalizing allowed, "What's wrong?" over and over. So I decided to try to take a bath with her for the first time, and as soon as I set her onto my chest in the warm water, she stopped crying and looked at me with the sweetest eyes. We nursed, and I spent most of the bath praying she wouldn't poop on me (she didn't!). It was the only time she was quiet and happy that entire morning. She has such a cute little baby butt and skinny little legs!
And finally, today a photographer came to our house for a free photo session, courtesy of the Welcome Wagon. Of course, it's all a ploy--they promise you one free photo out of the couple dozen they take, knowing you'll find your own offspring irresistible and have to buy more. I mean, he put her in a little apron and chef's hat. A chef's hat! And she was holding a whisk! How could I possibly resist that? I bet Steven longs to see me in a chef's hat with a whisk, and no, I don't mean that in a kinky way. I mean I literally do not cook. Anyway, I hope that the photos turn out badly so that I don't feel compelled to buy them. It was fun to watch the process, though, and the photographer almost gave me a heart attack when he sat her up and pulled his hand away, snapped a quick photo, and put it back to catch her just as she was starting to fall. He promised me he'd never lost a baby yet.
Well, I guess that's all the update I have for now. Upcoming adventures that would only be exciting to a mom: A bumbo chair! Her first plane trip! Crying in a way that sounds exactly like the word "onion" literally seconds after I wonder aloud if she is allergic to onions! And more!
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