Amy is 2 months old!

My SIL, Lisa, does a cool photo project of her sons every month in the same place so she has images of them growing up on the same couch from month to month.. I'm not going to claim that I'm going to do that, since I'm a huge flake, but I'd like to try. Because it's cool.

This girl. She's stinking adorable. And has more clothes than Kim Kardashian's kid. Okay, that was an exaggeration. But she definitely has enough clothes to wear multiple outfits a day for a month. I'm not one to let such things go to waste, so every time she spits up on her clothes, or the boys smear their food on her, I change her outfit. Because it's fun.

She's honestly the easiest baby I've had thus far. She sleeps a solid six to seven hours at night and is pretty easy to put back to sleep. She takes all of her naps in a wrap on me, which isn't ideal, but I can't spend more than three minutes putting her down for a nap because I can't leave the boys that long. They're... destructive and can do considerable damage in the small amount of time I'm gone. (And in case you're wondering, yes, I've tried childproofing the house, but what I'm I supposed to do about towel rods or light fixtures? I can't really take them down as they are kind of necessary, but the boys have broken a few in the span of minutes.) However, it's kind of nice that she'll just nap on me because she'll sleep wherever we go and can sleep through really loud noises. Like battery-operated fire engines. And her brothers' screaming.

Now, I know that all of that "easy" stuff will change. I'm not naive enough to think that she's going to be easy forever, however it's obvious that she has a really mellow, easy-going personality. She got five shots at the doctor's office last week and she took them like a champ. I mean, she cried, but then was over it about ten seconds after the last shot was administered. She also is super smiley and will smile at anyone who smiles at her for more than 1.5 seconds. The people at our local bagel shop are in love with her. :) Can you blame them?

Christmas 2013

I'm finally recovering from the whole Thanksgiving-Christmas season and I might actually be able to write about it. Frankly, though, I don't remember a lot of the details. The whole thing was kind of a blur and I doubt that will change in the future.

See, there's Halloween, then thirteen days later, my birthday. Then 9 days later, Amy's birthday. Then about four to seven days after that, Thanksgiving. Then about eighteen days later, Johnny's birthday. Then twelve days later, Christmas. And don't forget New Years!!!!! Now, it may seem to the untrained eye that eighteen days is PLENTY of time to get ready for Johnny's birthday. But that's the thing: everything has to be planned out at least six weeks in advance so that everyone can mark their calendars for whatever celebration is going to happen because December is a busy month for everyone. And I'm totally not organized enough to make the whole birthday/holiday/another birthday thing run smoothly.

I digress.

Christmas was actually a pretty good time. We spent Christmas Eve with my family and the boys had a blast playing with their Gma, Uncle Scott, and Aunt Crystal, as they always do.

Amy showing off her "First Christmas" sleeper.

Amy and my Aunt Teri

Then Christmas Day, we spent the  morning lazing around and opening presents as the boys saw fit. See, Johnny isn't big on presents. I mean, he likes to get stuff, but he'll open on present, get excited about whatever it is and play with it for awhile before he can be convinced to open another one. I guess it doesn't have to be like that, I could push it and make him open gift after gift after gift, but he seems to enjoy taking it slower, and I'm down with that.

Hank, on the other hand, LOVES opening presents. He even asks Johnny to open some of his presents, and that actually works out pretty well since Johnny has very little interest in it.

This year, the big present from John and me was a bicycle for each kid. Well, a bicycle for Johnny and a balance bike for Hank.

Other presents were crayons, markers, big coloring books, books, and helmets, of course. I didn't want to go overboard on toys because I knew they were going to get lots of toys from other family members, and they can be pretty easily overwhelmed by stuff. Especially since they had raked in quite the haul not even two weeks prior for Johnny's birthday. (Well, Johnny raked it in, but he lets Hank play with a lot of his stuff.) So, I just got them things that we kind of needed anyway. It worked out well.

I forgot that we went to the park to try out Hank's new tee

Then we spent the afternoon with John's family and had a nice dinner with everyone. The boys had a great time playing with the toys from the Dursos and also playing with their grandparents and aunts. And for me, it was relaxing to let other people entertain my kids, hold my baby, and feed me. :)

Amy's 1 month doctor visit

I know. The last few posts have been all about Amy. Amy, Amy, AMY! It's just that she's had a lot going on and I want to get it down before it's too late to blog about. I guess that doesn't really happen around here considering how awful I am about blogging these days, but whatever. I want to get it down. So here we are.

The 1 month check up was routine and everything is going well with Amy Rose. The doctor knows me by name and seems to have confidence in my parenting abilities (I know, right?), so he just asked a few questions, accepted my answers, and said everything was normal. The only thing I need to do different is give her vitamin D drops. Which I haven't done with any of my children, but maybe I'll do it with this one.

Stats:
Weight: 11 lb 6 oz - 90th percentile
Height: 22 inches - 80th percentile (<-- hasn't really changed since birth, which is why she still fits in some of the newborn clothes)
Head circumference: 15.5 inches - 99th percentile (gotta have room for that big brain!)

The doctor was impressed with her nursing blister and her weight gain. He joked that I must not be doing anything but nursing since she's gained so much weight. Funny, because he said the same thing Hank at the same age. Turns out I just have melted ice cream for breast milk. :)

Amy is 1 month old!

I missed taking pictures the actual day that she turned one month (Sunday), but I did note that it was the 22nd and she was a whole month old. Points for that, right? So far, she's a sleeping champ, rocks at nursing and is generally pretty mellow. Her brothers LOVE her. L to the O to the V to the E. LOVE her. Love her to the point of smothering her on a daily basis. She's not really safe from their affection anywhere, so I wear her often, which means she has no desire to be put down at all. Oh well. It's survival and I'm loving wearing a tiny baby. Eventually I can move her to my back so it's not so cumbersome to carry her around all day. Hopefully.

She's not exactly a month old in these pictures... but then, I'm about 13 days late in posting this, so who cares?