52 pounds in 52 weeks

To all my closest friends -

Hazel here. That's right, guest appearance from yours truly.  I just felt so tired that all this talk was going on about me and I really, so far, have had no say.  Well, folks - that all ends tonight.  First, I want to thank all the folks that sent me cards for my 3 week birthday this past Thursday.  You guys don't need to do that EVERY week of my life but I sure have appreciated the elaborate gifts and money that has been sent my way in honor of aging.  Seriously though, can you believe I'm THREE weeks old?  That means the next Thursday that comes I will be able to tell people my age in MONTHS and no longer in weeks - unreal.  The bad news about my 1 month birthday is that if I read the blog correctly, it's about a month in which I go really pale, my hair falls out and I get bad baby acne - MAD calls this the awkward baby stage. 

Exhibit A - Grayson around 1 month

I'm not afraid though.  One thing I have going for me that Gray didn't was that I have hair in the back long enough to pretty much hold a french braid.  Mom braids my hair often (as you can imagine) so even if I lose everything up top - I'll still have this 'party in the back' to work with and style as I please.  Oh the joys of being a girl!!!

So far so good around the house.  I mean, what's there to be bad from my perspective? I cry and I get either a) a milkshake or b) picked up and cuddled.  Wow, tough life.  I poop and my butt is wiped in a matter of seconds and people "oooh" and "ahhh" over me constantly.  NOW, if you ask mom and dad their opinion of life right now, they MAY have a different story :).  I think I heard mom describe me the other day as "needy" - if that's not the pot calling the kettle black!  Listen, my hands move without me controlling them and I slap myself in the face constantly when left uncuddled in someone's arms.  It's a big world out there and I'm just a little girl - can I help it if I prefer to be bundled and safe in the arms of love rather than thrown to the wolves (by wolves I mean Daisy and Grayson) and left unprotected in the bouncy seat or the swing?  Mr. "I don't want to touch my sister" sure has gotten a little more brave in these last three weeks and I'm not about to take my chances with him if I don't have to.  For all I know, he could go for my pony tail!!

About the subject line.  Here's my goal for the year - 52 lbs in 52 weeks.  All I know was that in ONE week of my birth I was successfully able to gain a full pound.  The doctor walked in the room with mom and I and the first words out of his mouth were, "well, congratulations, mom - you definitely are successful at nursing her!"  I personally think I should have been congratulated but whatever, Dad already taught me life isn't always fair.  So, I made a goal to keep up the momentum and gain a pound a week from there on out.  So, I was 9 lbs after a week, add 51 more weeks to that and I hope to be 60 lbs by age 1.  I'll keep you posted as to my progress after each doctors appointment.

Okay, it's been 15 minutes so I have to go back to sleep but let me leave you with some highlights.

1. Apparently I pee more when getting my diaper changed than my brother.  I just feel the fresh air and my whole body relaxes.  Good news is that mom's face stays dry when it happens - bad news is that the ottoman that she's changing me on does not.

2. I have made up for the fact that I can't shoot my pee at MAD with the fact that I have been able to shoot my poo at MAD.  I say that's even better.  Yes, it was the middle of the night and yes, I was on their bed and yes, their comforter will now be forever stained, and yes, mom laughed so hard she cried.  Trust me, they have already thanked me.

3. Grayson is getting much more brave with me.  He even will ask to hold me.  He's still very sweet with me!

4. I can smell mom as soon as she enters within a 20 foot parameter of my whereabouts and it can literally wake me out of a deep sleep.  The other day Dad had gotten me to sleep and placed me in the bouncer (so tricky of him to wait till I had fallen asleep) and mom simply came downstairs into the hallway when I got a whiff of my next meal.  I gave them my best "pop-eye" showing I was aware of her presence and Dad immediately banned her from the hallway and the kitchen so that I would not be wakened.  Gray apparently never had a nose like I do but I'm not afraid to wake up if I think food is on it's way to be delivered - do you REMEMBER my goal from above??

(if this picture below isn't the look of "feed me" I don't know what is...- also, notice arm that is flying out of the picture uncontrolled by me - do you understand NOW why I want to be held?)

4. I'm a sweet, sweet girl and although not always convenient that I appreciate physical touch, MAD say they wouldn't have it any other way (85% of the time). :)

(This picture below is part of the 15%)

  

Wow, blogging is exhausting.

hugs and kisses,

Hazel