|"You think I'm cute? Merci!"|
|95% for weight & 90th for height. What a monster...|
We go to Mother Goose nursery rhymes classes on Mondays, and we recently started baby massage classes on Tuesday- both in my new town. Grace loves them, when she can stay awake long enough to enjoy them that is... Three times out of the five sing-song classes she has insisted upon being held, or nursed or rocked until she passes out.. What a diva. I do wish I could take photos of it without looking/feeling like a creepster- it is so freaking cute!
Time is just speeding by. I remember when I counted the weeks by Sundays or Mondays or Tuesdays- by the dates when he became ill, he donated, or I last held them. Eventually enough time had passed that I could not say with any confidence how many weeks it had been... It was a relief not to know the particulars of how long it had been since he was here. In a similar way, I no longer remember how many weeks old Grace is- just that it seems she has been here forever and no time at all- all rolled up into one.
Initially I had worried about smothering her, so when I discovered the Snuza Go was on sale for $30 at Costco (it's no longer available), I snapped it up. I love this little gadget and it sits tucked on her diaper every night- I take comfort in this, and it helps me sleep. BTW, I also have an angel care, but haven't utilized it. I have a video camera monitor too, which I am looking forward to using when she eventually makes her way to the nursery
Anyway, all this to tell you we transitioned her into her crib which I agreed we could have at the end of our bed- that was as far as I would allow Scott to move her. We had stopped sleeping as soundly, and Grace is quite the little grumpus in the morning and would awake us all by scratching my face, or kicking her legs in the air. So Scott put the crib together in our room and I nursed her until she passed out and started putting her in there last Tuesday or so. I fully expected to have her wake up screaming, but so far so good- I think she appreciates the space too! I'm still waking up "looking" for and waking up to feed her once during the night, but we are getting there. I'm happy with it- I feel like all signs point to this being the best thing for our little family right now.
|Grandpa and my dad|
|Me and my Grandpappy|
I thought I would be sad about his death, as that is the general reaction to the passing of someone you love so much.. But I found instead of sadness, I felt happiness FOR him. No more pain or being miserable (his health had been in decline for the past six months or so). He was reunited with the love of his life 50 years after her death... He was the last in his sibling line and I can't begin to imagine what the line-up at heaven's door would have looked like. When I spoke to my dad over Skype the morning after my Grandpa had passed, we both agreed he was lucky in that he got to have a big snuggle with my Jack...
Because of my grandpa's use of the internet, I was used to emailing him a few times a month- just little updates here and there because he was becoming hard of hearing and this frustrated him to the point he would refuse to talk on the phone. I went back to re-read some of our old posts and most of my last ones to him were about our anticipation on Jack's arrival- I had emailed him sonogram photos and told him of our plans for a name, a nursery, about our sheer joy in having him. My dad told me that he had two of my aunts in the UK sit him down to let him know we had lost Jack, my Grandpa lost it. He cried for days and was an absolute mess. He knew how much we had wanted that little boy, and couldn't come to grips with why he was able to live such a long life, and Jack barely any life at all.
On the flip side, while expecting our Gracie, my grandpa had been quite ill. He had days where he would be heavily medicated and when he would come out of it, he would ask whether "the baby" had arrived. Finally, she was here, and when he was told he let out a loud "yippee!" and had a huge smile on his face. He had seen several pictures of her as we had sent him our newborn pictures. When my dad arrived there this time, he had them set up on his digital photo frame, and my aunts told him he would beam whenever she was up. These are the memories I chose to hold onto, you know? Rather than the sadness he is gone, I chose to celebrate the wonderful life he led. I don't know that you can ask for much more than 94 years of life...
|Daddy and his little baldy.|
|One of her fifty bathing suits. All necessary, of course.|
Okay, I think that's enough rambling for today. I'll be back- sooner rather than later. :)