|baby girl? gearing up for ski (or snowboard) season!|
The other night after a great day, she wouldn't stop screaming for almost an hour and a half. I guess that's not entirely true - she'd scream and then get distracted and stop, but then remember her mission and keep on screamin'. We tried everything - swaddle, unswaddle, feed, change clothes, change diaper, burb, tummy, back, leave alone, play with, tylenol, etc... What the heck girl?? Finally we stripped her down to her nappy (that's Lacy talk for diaper. We fancy ourselves English. Just like I sometimes fancy myself southern, ya'll, and fry stuff in bacon grease. But that's another story). Soshe was happy playing on the floor in her nappy until it was without a doubt past time for her to go to bed, so we put her back in her jammies (cue screaming) and I gave her a bottle, after she flat out refused to nurse. She gobbled down that bottle and her little eyes rolled back in her head in no time and she was completely out. Girlfriend is confusing sometimes. She pulled the same screaming stunt this morning at 5:30am, and again, it was bottle to the rescue. And this is all from the baby who came out of the womb ready to nurse. Bottle, really? What's the bottle got that I haven't?
|Sleeping in the crib. Like proud parents, we took a picture. :)|
I guess we might have some answers if I (ahem - we) bothered to read any parenting books. But I/we don't, and I really have a hard time subscribing to any one school of thought when it comes to parenting my unique chid anyway, so we wing it. And so far, I must say, we've done a good job, but she does throw us off our game every now and then. Which is what makes parenting so hard.
|Hard, but so, so so beautiful and perfect. Mindblowing that I get to be a mama to this perfect angel. And now I know what it means that we were created in God's image.|
So, in conclusion: parenting is hard, even the easiest baby is hard to get sometimes and I miss my husband. AND, I know she's only four months old and everytime we "get" her, she'll go and grow up a little and we'll find ourselves having to relearn it all anyway. Yikes, it's a daunting thought.
But, it goes without saying that hard does not mean not worthwhile and hard most certainly does not mean without more rewards, more joy and more happiness than I thought was humanly possible. Sometimes my heart hurts when I think about what an awesome gift I've been given and what a sweet, beautiful baby girl I get as my very own. And sharing her with my family? Icing on the cake.
|smooches from Granddaddy|
|Chillin' with Grandma at the cabin|