We are a week or so behind on this post, but tardiness is my MO unfortunately. This last month went by so fast. Hope is the perfect second child. (I probably just jinxed us). She sleeps well, eats well, and gives in to the whims of her brothers hugs and kisses. We can't be more grateful for her easy temperament.
This month we indulged ourselves in staring at her smiles and listening to her attempts at conversing. Here are a few of our adventures from this last month.
Farmers Market & Mall Buddy
In her first two months of life, Hope has been a great companion. She sleeps for long stretches and doesn't mind strolling around the South Bay with me. We now have our weekly trips to the Farmer's Market to pick up fruits for big brother, which also allows me to get my "cardio" in. If I were speaking in person I would've used air quotes for cardio because it doesn't take much to get my heart rate up-- you know... because I'm so active... or because I'm winded easily. I pretend it's not the latter.
Then we spend hours wandering the mall... again so Mommy can get her "cardio" in. You get the idea. 90% of the time we're just window shopping. 10% of the time we're eating a snack. 0% of the time we're shopping... okay maybe it's more 5% snacking and 5% shopping.
Ninja Spitter
All babies spit up. Spit up is technical parent terminology for burp vomit. Y'know... the leftover food that is still sitting somewhere in your esophagus that hasn't made it to your stomach yet, but heads back up when you burp. Mmmm. Hope has this fancy knack of only spitting up when Matt holds her. She plans her attacks strategically and strikes quietly like a ninja. She may even offer a smile to entice you to come closer before she projectile burps milk into your face and always down your shirt and pants. In the last 9 weeks, Matt has yet to escape with a clean shirt. The more elaborate attacks are those when she happens to violate your clothing and still manage to demolish the floor while incorporating that ever-so-recognizable SPLAT sound as it makes contact with the ground. She never shows any sign of discomfort, before or after. It's always just a messy surprise. Matt loves surprises.
