Tessa's doing great. She's still a good eater; our bathroom scale has her above 10 lbs now. Although it seems like she's spitting up entire meals sometimes, it doesn't seem to be doing her any harm. We're trying to be zen about the whole thing, changing clothes and burp rags as needed and often and not being too grossed out about the big ones. Yesterday we were on a walk and met a neighbor who had yet to see Tessa. I opened up my jacket where she was snuggled in against me and saw that she had spit-up all over her face and my shirt. The neighbor made some generic remark about "beautiful baby" and so forth and we continued on. Way to make a first impression, Tess. Gross. And on the other end of things, she's gotten herself on a kind of funny poop schedule. She's off for a day, and then the next day every diaper is poopy. On one day, off the next, on, off. We'll try to schedule your babysitting for an off day.
Sleeping is getting better too. We've even had two nights with 6 hour stretches. She still will only sleep a couple of hours by herself in her bassinet, then wakes up. But on my chest she'll sleep another one or two and be happy about it. Bill asked me "Can you really sleep with her on you like that?" because he certainly cannot. And is it the best and deepest sleep of my life? No. But it's certainly more sleep than if she were crying in the bassinet next to me.
Tessa has had her first parties now. She did not mind the noise or the jostling or the attention. At our block party she was awake and alert the whole time and was happy as a clam sitting on our Navy-neighbor's lap while he talked to her. Guess we have another party animal on our hands! Will this one be an extrovert too, heaven help us?
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