Friday the Thriteenth

It was not that bad of a day actually, Erica, our daycare provider had the day off so I took the day as well to stay home with the munchkin. I finished off the rest of the project that I have been working on for Father's Day (more on that later) while Zoe took her morning nap.

Zoe had her 6 months checkup and shots yesterday afternoon. She now weighs 16 pounds, 5 ounces and is a whopping 27 inches long. She is perfect and right on target for her age. She can start having the gross jarred meat purree, if we want to give it to her (maybe not, who knows) and all of the stage 2 food. (Hooray!) No teeth yet, Dr. Jones said he will be surprised if she has them at the 9 month appointment. She is growing well, he says.

After that Zoe and I went to the store to pic up some groceries and got caught in a really bad rainstorm, I got soaked and, remarkably, she stayed pretty dry. When we got home she took her afternoon nap and I feeling rather creative, made her this night gown. It has several imperfections, but it fits and I think it is not half bad for something that I just imagined. (No patterns here.)

A New Attitude

And the shirt says it all. I have spoiled our baby. Not sure how or when, but if she does not get her way, she will throw the world's worst temper tantrum complete with flailing the legs and shaking her fists. I am going to be walking the world with a six year old balanced on my hip if I am not careful.

Sleeping in One's Own Bed

Zoe has reached the stage of her life that she needs to sleep in her own bed. I need to get some sleep at night and she likes to play for extended portions of the night when she is sleeping with me. Last night was her first night in her own room in her own bed. Here is how the night played out.

7:45 PM - Time for a bath. Zoe loves the bath and likes to splash and play in there.
8:00 PM - Into the rocker for some loving time with mommy. I read her a book and then nursed her.
8:28 PM - I laid her down in her bed, kissed her goodnight and turned on her monitor. It plays soft music and projects the moon and stars on the ceiling. I turned off all of the lights and closed the bedroom door almost all the way.

8:33 PM - The monitor has stopped playing music and the projector is no longer running. Now the screaming begins.
8:50 PM - The screaming has stopped, there is no sound. Is she okay? Should I go in there? I decide to stay grounded and wait.
8:56 PM - I can take it no longer and I rush in to make sure it is all okay. I snap a picture of my soundly sleeping baby and leave the room.

11:05 PM - I climb into bed as quietly as I can and pull the covers up over me.
11:06 PM - The screaming begins. I nurse her, lay her back down in her crib, and turn on the monitor again. She coos happily while the moon and stars dance across her ceiling, and then begins to cry again 5 minutes later when the monitor shuts off. I lay in my bed sobbing for the next fifteen minutes, knowing that I am the world's worst mother and I will never get the hang of this. Finally, she and I both cry ourselves to sleep.

5:30 AM - The alarm clock goes off signaling that it is time for us to start all over again. She woke up happy this morning.