Thursday, June 13, 2013
Cooper is six weeks old today! Or, as the boys say, still zero years old.
They have a lot to say about this little girl, who these days is working on neck strength, growing out her eyelashes, trying to lose her facial and arm hair, and struggling with constipation. (How do babies get constipated? They are pooping liquid. Anyway.) She has smiled at Rob and Sawyer, but every time I think she is smiling at me, it's really just an I'm-trying-to-poop grimace.
This morning after I finished nursing her, Sawyer said: "Mommy, if you had twins, you'd have to use both of those. And if you had THREE babies in your tummy, well, then Gammy would have to help feed them."
I started to explain milk production to him, but he was off to have breakfast.
Lincoln likes to pet her now, which sometimes looks a little like smacking in the face. "She loves me?" he likes to ask.
"Of course," I say. But not if you keep smacking her in the nose.
"I love Cooper now. I hate her," Sawyer said this morning.
"What? You don't hate Cooper," I said.
"No, I don't hate her now. I like her. But then she'll get bigger and I'll hate her."
Good to know what we have to look forward to.
Meanwhile, I'm super excited that she is sleeping between 6-8 hours a stretch at night now, usually from 11 or 12 to 6-7am. It's awesome. Granted, she only does this when she is in bed with us, but we aren't strangers to co-sleeping, and I'll take it where I can get it!
It's official: I think we'll keep her.