Our girls are growing way too fast. Yesterday was 13 weeks. It was also 3 months.
Both are smiling and laughing. They recognize their names and know Mama from Daddy and how to get exactly what they want from each of us.
Ava rolled over for the first time on Tuesday, and Grandma said Isla did the same on Wednesday.
They eat every 2 or 3 hours, still mama’s milk. Weight is around 9 pounds, slow gainers but happy girls.
They wear 0-3 month clothes, cloth diapers during the day, and disposables at night. We soon will be able to put them in 3-6 months!
Pacifiers are slowly being replaced by the middle fingers, Ava also likes her thumb.
Ava is trying to stand when held, she can support all her weight with no problem and has stood against the side of her crib with Daddy’s help and watchful eye. Isla likes sitting, she’s ready for the Bumbo for watching shows with the big kids. (Don’t get in her way, you’re a better door than a window.)
Ava calls her paci LaLa, so we named Isla’s Key Key. They know what this means, too.
Both ninja out of sleep sacks and swaddles, but stay sleeping. Yeah, we have those babies who sleep through the night. Isla does best when listening to “Tiny Dancer” just before bed, but Ava could care less.
Girls, you are growing way too fast. Can’t we pause time?
Ava and Isla.
You are growing way too fast. So fast, in fact, that you are wearing your 0-3 clothes and will likely soon move up to 3-6.
Both of you have distinct personalities that are growing right with your ‘lil bodies. Ava is still the DIVA and Isla the laid back talker. Who knows which of you will talk first, though, because your eyes show that you have a lot to say.
Sleep has been better lately. You are each hitting strides and letting us get into a pattern. Isla, you like to stay up until Daddy comes home and hang out with him. Ava is our morning girl, sneaking into bed with us in the wee hours of the day to sleep on Daddy’s chest.
You are both really good eaters, but during the day it is every two hours, making it hard for Mama to keep fueled for you.
Tuesday will be your next weigh in and immunizations. You got this, girls. Everyone is rooting for you.
You’ve both brought loads of laundry love and happiness to our family. Hugs and kisses!
This morning, I almost gave up. While I am still in “one-derland”, I gained a ‘lil bit of weight. A number on the scale caused me to cry.
It’s stupid, right? An inanimate object made me cry all because it had a number I didn’t like. What happened to the girl who would have given anything to have weighed 250?
A number. It’s hard to not let the little things get to you, isn’t it?
After meeting with my nutritionist who assured me (like several others) everything was okay and adjusted my eating plan so I am eating like an athlete and not someone eating to lose weight, I felt ten times better.
After getting home and using my anger to fuel my three-mile (albeit slow) run, I felt one-hundred times better.
And after I enjoy the pulled pork sandwiches and sweet ‘tater fries that Greg is lovingly making? I’ll feel a thousand times better.
Just have to remember…giving up is not an option.
Today is ‘lil Man’s 11-month birthday…can you believe it? Not too many things have changed since last month, except he is getting taller and trying to say more words. A Mama fail, I didn’t think to snap a picture of him before Mr. Burgher took him and A to EB (while he’s on his mancation). But, I do have this (not so) amazing photo of him working on standing up in the crib (thank you, sad Droid!).
The only reason he looks unhappy is because he couldn’t get out! We are bracing ourselves…the lock everything down days are coming quickly.
Happy 11 months, ‘lil Man!
From about week 3 on, Mr. Burgher or I have not had to complain about the lack of sleep that most new parents do. Lil Man, true to family form, loves his sleep. But coming to this nine month mark, he’s been a beast at night. I hear from many reliable sources that this means he’s on the cusp of something big (walking?) developmentally.
But can a Mama and Daddy get some rest? Waking up at 3 or 4 AM with no apparent reason has become Lil Man’s habit. We sometimes turn on ESPN and let him veg until he passes out. Or one of us will hold him or walk with him or give him a bottle (because even 40 minutes of nursing isn’t enough).
It must be karma. When I was a baby, my mom said I refused to sleep unless she was somehow touching me (so she spent many nights on the floor of my room, holding my hand through the crib bars). How do I know? This weekend, while Mr. Burgher and I were at all things PodCamp (and making new friends), Lil Man slept two whole nights with his Pappy and Grammie from 9 PM to 6 AM without stirring. Just. Like. That.
We get him back Sunday afternoon, and he is wide awake, but luckily passes out with us at 8:30. Not long after, he’s back up and we both barely sleep. What gives? I was wondering if it was being in our room, but no, when at my parents’, he is in their room, too.
Even this evening (when I was graciously given 45 minutes during his nap to get ready for my scrapping weekend), as soon as Mr. Burgher and Lil Miss A pulled away from the curb, I heard giggling and found this:
Good thing he’s cute, right?
Today, while getting ready to take a nap, little mister Evan decided to try something new. He was laying on his tummy and rolled over to his back! This is something he’s been trying to do for a few days now (ever since the doctor asked if he could, it’s like he knew he was supposed to be somewhere along that development line and he faced a challenge to do it), so it’s awesome to see that he’s finally taken it the whole way! When Greg realized what had happened, E looked up at him like, “What? Yep, I did that.” Taking after his sister already, awesome. 😉
Once he starts doing this more on the regular, we’ll have to capture a video so you can see it too. What a great start to the weekend!