Funny hat

Had to post this picture of Kensie in her funny hat. The weather has been getting into the 50s during the day. She put up with the hat for about 5 minutes. Hope she is more accomidating when it snows!

Some good pics

Some good pictures of Kensie from today. Nothing terribly exciting to report. It's a cold gray day in West Hartford. I have had a hard time getting her down for an afternoon nap, but she finally caved in. It makes me wonder how in the world people get their newborns on a "schedule." I mean, she is just over 2 months old... how can I dictate when she is hungry or tired? I am just recently confidant that I can identify when she is hungry or tired before the wailing starts (at least most of the time) or she passes out (again, most of the time). Anyway, I think today, after she wakes up and eats, we will go to Bed Bath & Beyond to buy a large mirror. She loves looking into one, so I want to have a mirror to prop against the wall in the living room. Then I can put her in her bouncy seat in front of it and let her amuse herself.

By the way, I just love this outfit she has on today. I am pretty sure it is one of the shirts that we got from her friend in Paris, named Kenza.

Wide awake

Daddy had to go back to the city tonight. Which is always a sad affair, especially for mommy. Because Kensie has a very bad habit of sleeping the whole ride to New Haven, but crying all the way home. Tonight she only screamed for 20 minutes, but still... it was not pleasant.

Anyway, when we got home and I swaddled Kensie up in the bear chair, she started screaming again. It was her purple face shrill sounding cry. (I believe this is the face Chris thinks makes her like Grimace.) I didn't think she could be hungry, since she ate right before we went to the train station, so just put her binky in her mouth and begged her to calm down. After about five minutes, she did fall asleep. But, did she stay asleep.... no! She woke up 30 minutes later! I think she is getting to the age where swaddling isn't so cozy anymore. At least not all the time. I think she likes to stretch out while she sleeps. It's just a guess, though. Or mother's intuition. It's not like she can tell me what she wants. That would be too easy... =)

This video is especially for daddy, who is surely missing her already.

Chilling with daddy

This was a tough week for the Meyers family. Daddy had to stay in NY through Friday for recruiting functions. So, when he finally did come home, he wanted to spend lots of time with Kensie. He did all the feedings in the evening, the night, and the early morning. I came downstairs on Saturday morning, quite rested, to find them just chilling on the couch together. Two peas in a pod. No fancy outfits or posing. This is the real deal. The bed head of it all.

Wiped out

I learned from Kensie's daycare teacher that she loves to look in the mirror. When I came to visit her at lunchtime on Friday, she was set up in a bouncy chair facing a huge mirror. The teacher, Sandy, told me that she smiles and talks to herself when looking in the mirror. So, I decided to try and replicate this at home this morning. I moved the little mirror on the play gym up over Kensie's head, so she could lay flat and look up at herself. And lo and behold, she started smiling at herself! While she usually tires of the gym after about 10 minutes, this mirror trick kept her happy for an hour. She kicked at the hanging toys and gazed at herself, smiling once in a while. And then, I looked over at her, and she was passed out asleep. It is hard work admiring yourself, I guess.

Evil baby?

What is going on in the head of our little princess? Is she inherently evil? Is she really like Stewie from Family guy, plotting to kill me? Is she getting ready to launch a "laser" at our house if we don't deposit One Million Dollars into her college fund? I guess we won't know for a few years, when her cooing turns into actual words. For now, we will just have to be cautious and spoil her with fabulous outfits, feed her whenever she cries, and hug and hold her a lot. If she is evil, we certainly don't want to be on her hit list!

Day Care

So, today I went back to work and Kensie went to Daycare. It was quite a feat, trying to organize all the bags and such that I needed to bring with me today (laptop, diaper bag, pump bag, bottle bag, and purse). And, in order to get the both of us fed, clean, and ready to go, I had to get up at 5:30am! I know I have been getting up this early many times in the last 2 months. But, it is so different when you know you can't take a nap (not that I did very often) and you must be productive and speak intelligently.

Many people have warned me about the drop off at daycare when you first return to work. One suggestion was to have Chris do it, because it can be very emotional. But, hubby was unavailable, so I had to do the deed. I told myself to keep it "business as usual," so I wouldn't burst into tears. For the most part, it worked. When I arrived, there were a few younger girls there who collect babies, but aren't the full time teachers in the infant room. As you can see from the picture, one girl had a lovely nose ring. But, she was very friendly and Kensie seemed to like her right away.

I came back to visit during my lunch, and gave Kensie her bottle, since she started waking up the minute I walked in the door. I wonder if she heard my voice, when I announced my entry? This visit was just what I needed to break up my terribly boring corporate day. However, it made it even harder to finish the day. I cried during the whole 10 minute walk back to the office. I felt like such a fool... but there was nothing I could do but let the tears flow. God, I hope tomorrow is easier.