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Ten weeks and the never ending cold


The smile and the dimple make their first appearance 


So 4th of July.  I had no idea how awful this holiday was as parent of young child.  As the 4th was Tuesday, there were fireworks Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Tuesday and then the best for Tuesday.  Its probably most frustrating as were just getting into a routine of her falling asleep on her own.  Oh well, its passed.  I would say we are back on our routine but as I am writing this, I’ve spent the last 2.5 hours attempting to get her to go to sleep after sleeping for all of about 1.5 hours between 10:30am and 7pm.  She’s exhausted but just won’t stay asleep when I put her down.  We will figure it out.

Part of that bedtime routine is books and singing to her.  Except I don’t know what to sing.  I was trying to sing lullaby’s but they don’t have any significance to me.  So I was trying to think of songs that have significance to me, that got me no where so off to Google I went.  I found this great article in the Huff Post about songs that capture motherhood.  I looked up a few and everyone I tried to sing, I would cry.  I would say I am normally not an emotional person but this motherhood thing kind of changes a lot.  I suddenly feel very vulnerable.  I have this little me that is so helpless.  That I hope she never feels hurt or sadness but know thats part of life and shapes us into the people we become.  Fortunately, by my 3rd time singing most of the songs I don't teary.  

But I still cry most of the way through the first half of Wonder Woman.  The husband went with me to the cry baby matinee on Monday.  There are so many emotions about what you want for your daughter in the first half of that movie.  Or maybe its just me that wants their daughter to grow up to be a fierce, bad ass woman.

 Dad got her dressed for Wonder Woman...in their Star Wars shirts...
Funny thing is I knew this is exactly what he was going to pick when I asked him to get her dressed


Chris was in a wedding in Detroit, so he left Friday morning.  Don was also in a wedding near Philly, so he was gone too.  It was actually my first time alone in the house in almost 2 years.  And I didn’t like it one bit.  Don came to be a permanent resident of our house because Chris was working in Gettysburg and it was the cat and I.  If you don’t know, one of my biggest fears is the dark.  So being home alone in a big house (to me) was not fun.  My parents house had also just been broken into, so I was a bit more anxious than usual. So Don changed his weekend routine to be a weekday routine.  So McKenna and I survived 3 days and 2 nights by ourselves.  Through the grace of a good friend who brought food over on Friday night, my cooking consisted of microwaving food.  I made it to the gym, with dogs and baby in tow because we had a showing.  I also went to brunch with a girl friend, where I sat through brunch (knowingly) with poo on my shirt.  First attempt at wearing a white shirt since she arrived.  Lesson learned, keep a clean adult shirt in the baby bag too.  

There is lots of drool this week.  She continues to try and put her whole hand or Dad's whole finger in her mouth.  Someday she will figure out her hand has 5 little fingers that can fit in the mouth, until then she drools everywhere while attempting to fit her whole hand in her mouth.  

I am still not doing a great job at taking care of myself this week.  Most of my bedtimes have been closer to midnight as I find 30 things to do after she goes to sleep.  I did make it the gym 2x, which is an improvement...  But I have the never ending cold.  I start to get better and then I do too much and we are back to square one.  That or I have managed to find 3 different colds in 3 weeks in the summer...

The best part of this week is she smiles when you come back to her.  Like genuine happy you are there smiles.  There is nothing in the world like that feeling.  Except maybe when she rests her head on my chest.

I waited too long to get a pic in her 4th of July outfit and she spit up on it.  So this is her 4th of July diaper... "A" for creativity...?


Scotch supervising Dad during bath time



 Our favorite cuddle spot




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