Hi there!

Just dropping a quick note to let you know how I’m doing. Not much has changed since last month. I’m smiling more. And talking quite a bit. I squeal a lot too. I am more fussy if I am put down. But I am told that Riley was like that too (a Stage 5 Clinger, I guess), so it apparently runs in the family. I just like to be snuggled.

I’m growing like a weed. I’m totally out of my 3 month old clothing now and wearing 3-6 month or 6-9 month items. Everyone gave Mom and Dad frilly, pink things for this stage so I am no longer mistaken for a buy when we go out. (There was a time there when I was wearing all of Riley’s and Emmett’s hand-me-downs, so people at the store would say, “What a cute little boy.”) So that’s nice.

I am sitting up in my chair these days. I like to sit and watch the boys eat or watch Mom or Dad cook. I can’t sit all alone, and when I’m in the chair for too long my head gets heavy and starts to hang a bit. In case you didn’t know, I have a big head too. Like Riley. It isn’t in the 97th percentile, only the 80th percentile. But its still proportionately bigger on my little body.

Check out the new pictures that Mom uploaded. She’s going to be uploading more soon, but in the ones that she’s got up you can really see how big and blue my eyes are. And how chunky I’ve been getting… You might not be able to tell in the pictures, but I’ve got some seriously solid legs and arms.

So I guess that lots has changed! Once you stop to think about it, time passes quickly and although things change slowly, they do change!

Take care,
Miss T

I can’t believe that I am already two months old! Wow. Has time gone by fast…

I guess it could be that I am primarily eating and sleeping. Sleeping a lot. That makes time fly. But I’m up more now throughout the day. I smile at Mom and Dad a ton. I am very smiley. I do this thing where it seems like I’m giggling-huge grin, shoulder come up, and eyes get wide-but no sound yet. I’m mostly cooing and squealing. No real crying still. I’m easy that way.

Still eating like a champ. I went in for my two month pediatrician check up and I weight almost 12 pounds! The doctor said, when he saw how much I weight, that I am very healthy. Also, that I am already advanced for my tender age. He said that I am more aware than almost all of the two-month-olds that he’s seen. I was smiling at him and following his movements as he moved throughout the examination room.

He was, shall I say, smitten. He was in full-smit with me. When he was done and left the room, Mom and I heard him talking to someone right outside in the hall and he was saying how special I am. Well, gosh. I could have told you that! Anyway, he wasn’t the only one. The nurse that took my temperature and measurements asked to hold me. I was sans diaper and she said that she wouldn’t even mind if I peed on her just then. (Like I would be that rude.)

So, Mom posted pics of my first bath (taken a good while ago). You should check them out. You can see my little cannonball tummy in them…

I’ll let you know if anything new comes up. But for now, I’m still wonderful and cute and mellow.

Take care,
Tessa

Hello World!

This past month has been super exciting. First off, I was born! I was a week late, just like Riley, but Mom and Dad think that it was worth the wait. (Of course.) I met my brothers right away, and I can already tell that I am going to have my hands full keeping them in line. Especially that Emmett.

Everyone who has come to visit has brought me something pink. The house is full of tiny pink things. Pink sleepers. Pink blankets. Even a pink elephant, which I was told is good luck. I think that this is a scheme to give me things that my brothers won’t want to take away from me. But maybe its just that everyone is so happy for Mom and Dad that they don’t have three little boys under the age of 26 months. I’m not quite sure…

After months and months of kicking and punching, it turns out that I am very calm and a wonderful sleeper. Who knew? For a girl, I am decidedly low maintenance. All I require is a dry diaper, a full bottle, and a snuggle. I don’t hear anyone complaining about it so I must be doing something right. I have a few hours every night where I fuss if I am not being held. But no crying and no screaming. And I am a great sleeper.

And, just like my brothers, I can chug like I’m practicing for college. I have already gained around 2 pounds, averaging about an ounce a day, and its no wonder at the rate that I eat. I have to start now because when I get older and we are all sitting around the kitchen table eating dinner, I will have to strap on the feedbag if I want to get anything down before Emmett and Riley get to it.

Finally, I am super aware and observant for a one month old. When I am awake I sit quietly and just check things out. I turn my head when I hear Mom’s voice and I smile at her when she talks to me. I watch Dad as he coos at me. I like to stare at my stuffed animals. I like to stare out the window. Just checking things out…

Mom likes to say that the universe knew that a fussy baby would put her over the edge when added to two already crazy boys. Dad likes to say that I am easy now because the universe knows how hard I will be once I hit thirteen. Who’s right? Who knows. But I do know that I am loved and nothing can be better than that.

Take care,
TK