They, as in EVERYONE, says the time flies. And it's completely, 100% true. While some days feel long, the past 11 months have been a whirlwind adventure. Every time I update a blog, more than 2 months have passed by. And every time, I think to myself that I will be better about blogging more often. Posting pictures of Lucy growing into a little human. Providing details about our new little family we've created. And every time...I find myself, two MONTHS later, saying the same thing again.
I feel a little guilty. I'm not sure if she'll be our only child and I really wanted to capture all of our moments as a family and of her moments as a baby. But, at the end of the day, I'm exhausted and just want to sit down or just go to sleep. As Lucy has gotten older, it's been getting WAY easier and less exhausting. I've even found myself having enough energy and time to start to plan her 1st birthday party. I realize it's a month off but rather than scrambling the week of the party, I wanted to get everything done early (aside from the food).
She said "hi daddy" just last week and we were filming a short video message to send to her daddy who was away traveling for work until midnight. This, for me, might have been one of the coolest things I've witnessed her do yet. She for sure understands words like "milk" and "bath" and we are still working to understand what "no" means. We know it's time for her to start the evening routine when she starts getting a little fussy around 6 or 6:30 pm. We ask her if she wants a bath and she scurries down the hallways with her speedy crawl. If we don't ask her, sometimes she'll just go straight to the bathroom door and start knocking. The girl loves her bathtime. When she doesn't get what she wants or is frustrated she throws herself onto the floor to cry and pout. This doesn't bode well for us already but it doesn't last long and she's onto something else.
She LOVES cheerios. She loves them so much she grabs a fistful and then tries to take more. She is so close to walking on her own. In the past week, she's taken a step or two towards G or I and is great about maneuvering around any and all objects while standing. Often, she just has one hand on the coffee table and she's doing laps to try to find anything she can throw off the table or put back on it.
It took 11 full months for Lucy get sick. She had this ugly, ugly cough and was running a fever at night and it would go down lower during the day. She wasn't wheezy so every night when we called the nurse line, they said just to monitor her and bring her in if she still has a fever for 72 hours. It was a long 72 hours. Finally, on Saturday Grant thought she sounded "wheezy". I still didn't but those were the magic words to get us an appointment at the pediatrician on a Saturday morning. And, it turns out, she was rocking a double ear infection and bronchitis. Go big or go home, right? After a couple of days of antibiotics she seemed to be sleeping better but still had a cough. Finally, after a week - the cough went away and she's the fun little girl she was before the mega-illness.
Once I get back to my computer at home, I'll have to upload some pics of the lil' Popeye!
