Bittersweet

I think whoever invented the term "bittersweet" was watching their newborn turn into an infant. It is sweet because they begin to develop their little personality and become much more human. They smile when you smile, "talk" to you, begin to use their little hands, and become much more observant. It seems you are finally getting something back for all of the work you have put into them. But bitter because she isn't my little 8lb baby anymore.

This weekend I had to buy the bigger size "Swaddle Me" blanket. (This is a miracle blanket that I would highly recommend to any new parent) The new size is huge for her, but it is about as big as when we put the smaller size on her the first night back in February.

I can't wait for the day when she has enough hair that I can run my fingers through while she falls asleep, or the day she starts eating solid food, or the day when she can take my hand when I help her cross the street. But, I want her to stay a little baby forever - can't I have both?

We had a nice weekend, other than Charlotte's new trick is to wake up 1-2 times / night. My mom was here until Sunday morning. Mom kept Charlotte Friday night, and I went out to dinner with some friends. We had a very busy day Saturday. We picked out a new rug for our living room and hung some pictures.

Judd got back from Amsterdam Sunday afternoon. He brought yummy chocolates back for me, and a cute Holland t-shirt for Charlotte. (Doesn't she look like a big girl in her jeans?)