Two Months (plus some)

I wrote this post a few weeks ago when Britta was actually closer to two months, but never got around to adding pictures. So, for my own memory's sake, here is way more information than you care to know about her at two months.

She likes:

Her bath. She gets this very serious look on her face when she is in the water and tries to drink it if I am not looking.

Sleeping. Since she was a week and a half old, she would do a six hour stretch at night. At eight weeks, she upped the ante to eight+ hours and is holding strong there. This earned her a graduation out of the cradle and into her own room and crib. Heavens be praised that I can now sleep through the funny noises/snores she makes all night.

Eating. She's a very determined eater and we love it. Bottle, boob, she couldn't care less, just as long as it has milk in it. She is hungry exactly every three hours and then eats until she is what we call "milk drunk." After eating she has a dazed, satisfied look coupled with milk all over her face. It is really quite funny. She weighed in at 11 lbs 1 oz on her two month birthday.

Her changing table. She could hang out there all day and be happy.

Her binky. She is hooked, my friends. I resisted the binky for a long time, but have grown to love it. She is interesting because she doesn't need the binky to sleep (which was my biggest worry), but rather likes to have it when she is awake. If she has the choice to sit in her swing or bouncer with a pacifier or be cuddled by us, we lose out to the silicone nipple every time. She is bound to be one of those kids who tries to take it to kindergarten with her.

Her daddy. She will coo and smile at him until the cows come home.

Sitting up. She wants to be in on the action. If we are holding her, she wants to be sitting up. None of this cradling business. We have even introduced her to the Bumbo chair--big hit.

She dislikes:


Tummy time. Perhaps I waited too long to start it because she screams bloody murder every time I make her do it. Tevs, I still force it on her.

Getting out of the bath. If she had it her way, I would just leave her in there to rot.

Having her hair combed. Hence the crazy locks 95% of the time. Nothing a headband can't cover up (or distract  from), right?

Notice the right hand corner of her head, and this was her blessing day, so you know we made a concerted effort to tame that mane. Pretty sure she even had some styling product in her hair--to no avail.

Getting dressed. I think she must have issues with having her head touched. Maybe it is because of the hours of pressure on that region during labor.

Being swaddled is up in the air. Sometimes she likes it; sometimes she fights it. About 50% of the time she manages to wiggle at least one hand free during the night and shove it into her mouth.

When mom eats chocolate. Woe is me. Really the only time she fusses is when she has gas. And we have learned the hard way that chocolate and Britta don't mix. What kind of woman is she anyway? This has been a hard habit for me to break, but we are working on it, and hey, maybe it will help me lose that last ten pounds, right?

Gas attack; she was trying to find comfort in the arms of this stuffed monkey.

All in all, she is a wonderful, happy, healthy baby and we could not love her anymore than we do!

Swagger Wagon

B-Money and I have been taking a lot of road trips with Dad lately. This week we find ourselves in New Jersey. Which means, yes, that blow out below did happen in a hotel room. Lovely.

You can imagine my excitement when Chris returned from Enterprise with this bad boy to shuttle us across state lines.

Why, yes, that is the Swagger Wagon. It is normal to feel jealous.

Does this look "snug and dry" to you?

I didn't think so.

I was hoping a switch from Pampers to Huggies would alleviate our "blow out" problem. Not so. Definitely made it worse. Do they sell baby hazmat suits that I can just keep her in in the am hours?

This was definitely a baby straight in the tub and onesie straight in the trash situation. Not worth the effort of trying to salvage this one.

Where everybody knows your name.

I just discovered Cheers on Netflix and I am loving it. The theme song alone makes it worth watching. Welcome to 1982 , Erika.

Other old time favorites Netflix has re-introduced us to are the Cosby show and the Dick Van Dyke show.  Trust me, it's good stuff.

Look Who's Talking

Were you hoping John Travolta would be in this post? Sadly, no, it is just another post about our baby. Feel free to gag, we know--we're obsessed.

Lately this one has been very vocal. Every night when dad gets home from work, she carries on long conversations with him about her day. She doesn't talk as much to me; perhaps I don't have as sympathetic an ear as Chris. Or, maybe she is just annoyed with his constant poking and prodding...I can relate.

Untitled from Erika Herman on Vimeo.


But, it may just be that she is clearly a daddy's girl. Look at that adoring gaze.

A name and a blessing

Now, one in her "natural" habitat.

On April 17th, we were lucky to have Britta receive a name and a blessing--in the same blessing dress I wore as a babe--in church. The best part was that we were able to have both sets of grandparents in town for the event. We were all worried that Chris would pull a spur of the moment name change on us, in particular the nickname "Large Marge" had become one of his favorites. Thankfully my silent prayers were answered that "Large Marge Herman" did not become her name on the records of the Church.

It was a wonderful day and two wonderful weeks of sightseeing and family time. Chris and I have to admit that we are lonely now that everyone has gone home. More visitors are welcome at any time. :)

Somebody found her hands...

And this hasn't stopped since.

Chris hates it; he thinks she is going to develop a thumb-sucking habit. I doubt something as small as a thumb could interest her; it clearly seems she is more interested in the whole enchilada, if you know what I mean.

Lovers in the Park

This weekend

This weekend we took it easy as a family of three.

We mostly just hung out on the couch and enjoyed each other's company.

We did get all gussied up today and got ourselves some religion though.

Most of all, we just tried to contain our excitement for both sets of grandparents to come visit in the new couple weeks. Chris and I were able to successfully keep this excitement bottled in; Britta, however, failed miserably.

Seriously?

The other day I asked Chris to put some socks on Miss Britta so we could go hang out with some friends. This was the result...

Really? Tucked into the pants? He wasn't trying to be funny either.

Here is his version of putting her pajamas on. It was much more obvious when she was smaller, but he likes to hike her pants up as high as they will go. No worry of drafts here.

Needless to say, he will not be on the committee for choosing her first day of school outfit or picking out her prom dress.