Today marks the 6th week of Payton's existence. She's growing up so fast! She's still in her 0-3 month old clothes, but some clothes are just marked 3 months and she fits in those alright, too. However, I think her diapers are a different story. This morning I tried putting her in a size 1 diaper to see how things work out. Everytime she would poo in the newborn, it would leak out. Now, I'm not sure if that was because it was a bit watery and since poo already filled the diaper there was no room for it to absorb. Or if it's because the guidline on the newborn box is up to 10 lbs, and at her first month doctor's appt., two weeks ago, she weighed 9 lbs 7 oz. I guess we'll find out the next time she poops!
She has recently discovered her tongue and will stick it in and out. It's so cute. Her facial expressions are also becoming more frequent, and she couldn't have better timing. The other day Heath was trying to burp her, and as he was doing so he let out a big burp himself. She heard it and gave him a disgusted face, almost as if to say "seriously dad??" That a girl Payton. :) I can't wait until she starts cooing. She's starting to make little noises, but most of her sounds are grunts. Not because she's trying to poop but because she can.
I'm slowly warming up to the trials of motherhood. We frequently have guests over when Heath is at work. So I have to corral the dogs and kennel them before our guests walk in to save them from getting sniffed and licked to death by our ever ferocious dogs. I often do this with Payton in my arms, and with two easily excitable dogs, that isn't always an easy task. Allie usually senses when people are coming over since I have to unlock the front door. She hears the lock on the door click and it's showtime for her. The other day I noticed she was sitting, almost guarding, the front door. Yes, we were about to have some visitors, but that's a rare place even for her to sit. She sat there for some time with her back to me. I was tending to Payton so I figured she was pissed at me for not paying attention to her and giving me attitude, which isn't out of the ordinary. So I decided to see what she was up to and lo and behold the dog puked! Of course Heath wasn't here to help with the situation. Allie wasn't pissed at me, she was ashamed the poor thing. So, again, with Payton in my arms I grabbed some napkins and proceeded to pick up the dog vomit. Thank god it wasn't liquid. Allie likes to gulp her food and when she pukes it's usually pretty solid. I'm waiting for the day when Payton has a huge blowout, and while I'm in the middle of changing her the dog will puke and someone will come to the door. I'm sure that will also be the time where I have something on the stove and it's in the process of boiling over at the same time my phone rings. Ahh, the joys of motherhood. :)
