Day 74: December 31
The annual New Year’s Eve fondue party . . . this is the second year that the kiddos have really gotten to be a part of multiple food dippings. And one day – you will too. Actually, you were there, nestled in my arms.
Olivia is holding you, with the help of her sister, Abbi.
Day 75: January 1, 2011
I think you knew.
You knew that we were going to move you out of our room and into your specially prepared Naomi room. Your room may very well be my favorite room in our house. It is so restful . . . peaceful . . . pleasant.
You roomed-in with us the longest of any of your siblings . . . 10 weeks. You really made for a very good roommate – except for the fact that Daddy and I need time to talk. Daddy loves to snuggle in bed and talk . . . you’ll get to enjoy that . . . and it will happen all too soon.
And now . . . you sleep better because we don’t wake you up with alarms or getting ready for bed.
Day 76: January 2
Day 77: January 2
Sorry about the flash . . . I know it was bright. But I needed a picture for the day!
Day 78: January 3
Our family room carpeting really is a great backdrop. Should the Lord tarry, we could hang it on the wall for your wedding pictures. Just kidding. Kind of.
Day 79: January 4
Day 80: January 5
Your brothers sure do love you.
They also think that you talk . . . which you do . . . but they interpret baby language . . . the gift of tongues at a young age . . . anyway, supposedly you say, “I love you!”
Day 81: January 6
Day 82: January 7
And someone must have told a good joke . . . or someone tickled your chin.
Day 83: January 8
This, my dear, is called the 7-Mile Stare. When a baby’s eyes get locked open and don’t blink for a long time . . . appearing to be absorbed in some object millions of miles away . . . that means it is time for nap. Hurry. The window of opportunity for precious baby to fall asleep peacefully draws nigh to a close. Catch the body’s natural rhythm before the third yawn. Or else someone, probably you (as a mom), will have to pay the piper.
Day 84: January 9
And here is that yawn I was telling you about.
Aunt Michelle and Sydney came over to hang out for a bit. She brought you some amazing, fun, and pink clothes!
Day 85: January 10
Day 86: January 11
Let’s talk about swaddling. Babies love to be swaddled up until a certain point. As a mom, you will know when to stop swaddling . . . at that point sleep training starts. More on that later.
Swaddling. Your dad is the pro at this parental task.
First, lay your square blanket out with the point of the square at 12 o’clock. Fold that corner down until it makes a triangle. At the top of blanket, or triangle, is where the baby’s neck goes . . . the top line of the triangle is slightly above the baby’s shoulders. (Your dad can probably explain it better.)
Next, it is important to make tight tucks.
Bring the left wing of the blanket over to the right side of the baby, and pull the fabric tight as you tuck it under the baby’s back.
Then, bring the bottom portion or bottom corner up and tuck the fabric under the bottom of your baby.
All the while, hands and arms of said baby are against the baby’s body.
You see, if you leave the arms to flail, the precious, unique to baby flapping, startles said child awake when sleeping. So, keep them close to your little miracle’s body.
Lastly, bring the right side of the blanket across moderately swaddled baby, and tuck under the left side of the baby.
Cozy.
Day 87: January 12
You were not happy with me. I don’t blame you.
Hard to believe that one day, you will put your baby dolls in here. Toys. Not real babies.
Hmm. . . you can now suck your thumb . . . I mean, hand. That means that you can most likely fall asleep on your own – without mommy and daddy bouncing you to sleep.
Day 88: January 13
Asher’s basketball game . . . I think they won.
Day 89: January 14
Nana gave you this insanely funky outfit. I adore it. I’m thinking about trying to figure out how to make another one like it . . . just a different color, of course.
Day 90: January 15
Day 91: January 16
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