One Month Already?

I was texting with Mark yesterday and he accidentally ended a sentence in a question mark and then said, "I just Anchormaned that sentence."  From the movie Anchorman, when someone accidentally puts a question mark at the end of a sentence and Ron reads it as written, "I'm Ron Burgundy?"

(And then later he reads, "Go Fuck Yourselves, San Diego."  Gah, I love that movie.)

Anyway, I wrote the title to this post and it looks like I Anchormaned the title. 

No matter how you look at it, Adelle is one month old.  I mean, she's more than four weeks old.  But she was born May 29, so maybe she isn't a month old until June 29? Am I supposed to go by weeks or by the calendar date?  Important details to nobody, I'm sure.  Let's just get right to the cute, shall we?



So cute I died.
(Photo by Felicia Lewis, FML Photo Design)

 That was a few days after we came home from the hospital.  She was the sleepiest (read: BEST) baby model ever for this photo session.  I have many  more but I haven't sent my announcements out yet and don't want to spoil them for the actual people that I know in real life.

(Seriously, I do know people that I didn't meet on the Internet, and occasionally I send them real mail.  I swear.  Most of them like me, too, if you can fathom!)

Other very cute things happened that were not professionally photographed.  I have a very nice camera but I have no idea how to work it and really, I take all of my pictures on my iPhone. 

Olivia feeding Adelle.
Very exciting, aparently.

Speaking of feeding, this child continues to be super fun to feed, following in the Knepper Child Tradition of being Refluxy, OMG.  She swallows (heh) the spitup but cries one ounce into a feed and struggles for the entire four ounces.  Pepcid sucks ass like I knew it would, but I picked up our Prevacid prescription today so I'm hoping it changes her life like it did for Olivia. 

"Ima pet her. Like a doggie."

It is a lot different having a newborn around the house at the same time as a three year old.  There is no sitting around gazing at your sleeping baby all day while you watch entire seasons of shows.  No.  This child has no choice but to go places - the zoo, the park, the wading pool, outside alllllllllllll day despite mid-80 degree weather.

It's hot out, idiots.
Also, I am rocking this hat.

Also, I simply cannot rush to a crying baby at the first sign of a whimper.  While I feel like this time around has been incredibly easy, there really is so much more to do.  Clean up after Tornado Olivia, wash bottles, make formula, make dinner, bathe (occasionally).

Also also, Adelle has entered the colicky/witching hour phase where, for an hour or two every night, she is just pissed the hell off and nobody can make her happy for more than five minutes at a time.  This is the phase that made me realize that babies can act like assholes.  It is the reason that I do not especially enjoy the newborn phase and, regretfully, makes me wish I could fast forward to three months.  I hate to wish time away, but by the time of day the crying starts, my nerves are shot and I just really want a beer and some earplugs.

And then she falls asleep on me and does a sleep smile and I'm all,
"What?  I love newborns!"

I bought those monthly onesie stickers that everyone seems to have for their babies.  But when I ordered them from Etsy I didn't realize the shop was in Canada and so shipping is expensive and takes forever.  I FAIL at life at least daily so this was not a surprise to me.  Plus they started at zero months so now I am two months behind.  MomFAIL.

Adelle really is a nice little chunk of baby.  I do believe that I will keep her, especially since I have not yet finished gnawing on her deliciously fat cheeks.