Ok, ALL eight weeks of Kendall's life so far have not been equally great, some of them have been downright trying, but all have been great in some way, shape, or form. This one has been particularly great because Kendall has
finally started sleeping for 7-8 hours at night. Yes, I just knocked on everything wooden within my visual perimeters. The first night she slept 8 hours was probably the night that I got the
least amount of sleep in a while. I woke up promptly at 3, when she usually wakes up to eat, and then spent the next 2.5 hours either staring at her in the monitor or trekking to her room to put my finger under her nose to make sure she was still breathing. In fact, she may have slept later than 5:30 that morning had I not felt the need to poke her to make sure that she not only could still breathe, but that she still had the power of movement. She did. And her vocal chords still worked too. I couldn't help it, I had to poke at something other than her father, who was getting increasingly more annoyed with being repeatedly poked and asked if he thought I should go wake the baby. He did not.
A not so great part of the week was when Kendall went four whole days exhibiting voracious intake behaviors, but completely nonexistent output behaviors. In other words, my little girl was so full of .... well, let's just say her eyes turned a little more brown. The floodgates opened up on Thursday and I really wish I'd video taped the smiles that occurred both during and after that 5 diaper event! We have that on our list to ask the doctor about next week at her 2 month check up. I restrained from leaving any messages for the doctor this time around. She can be taught.
Outings this week: 3 visits to the Arboretum, 2 visits to the mall, 1 visit to Target (my new nemesis), 1 visit to the bank, and 1 visit to the grocery store. This was the first visit to the grocery store with Kendall in tow and hopefully the last for a while. She screamed whenever the cart stopped or turned around. Loudly. So I basically had to race up and down the aisles grabbing things quickly while still moving, and returning down the same aisle twice, sometimes three times, if I didn't grab something before we passed it, so as to avoid the stopping or turning around of the cart. This will either turn into a Daddy chore, or something that can only be done on weekends. She was fine in the cart in Target. I think she knew I was adding to her wardrobe.
I also had the wonderful opportunity to have an afternoon to myself and get my hair some desperately needed professional attention! Thank you to Erica Duncan (a friend of mine from Legacy Boxer Rescue) for staying with Kendall and then hanging out with me that night over some wine!
Next week Saba and Nana will be here and next weekend my cousin Stacy and my Aunt Melanie will be here. Lots of folks to cuddle Kendall to help her get over her first round of shots scheduled for Tuesday! Can't wait to hear what the doctor has to say about the fact that she is now weighing in at TWELVE pounds and is fitting quite nicely into a lot of her outfits marked "6 mos!"

My little chunk in an outfit that was
supposed to fit her approximately 4 months from now!

Getting ready to go power walking at the Arboretum. Yes, I realize she kind of looks like a rapper. Her rap name is "Heavy K."

Kendall and Owen clearly not as enthusiastic about and having their pictures taken in front of the lovers statue at the Arboretum as their mothers were!


I was proud of myself for
only wheeling the stroller on the grass (boldly right next to the sign that asks that this not be done) and not taking my child out of the stroller and placing her IN the flowers for a photo session.