|Bridget's wearing pretty much all homemade stuff here (except her undershirt)--neat!|
We've settled into a pretty good routine in the Mixed-up household. I'm still working on finding the balance in my life, but that's nothing new. Hubs and I have implemented a good system of taking turns so that neither of us lose sleep or patience. I still do the laundry, and he still does the dishes for the most part, but we alternate nights putting Bridget to bed. She still wakes up once or twice during the night, so we take turns with that, too. If one person took the 1 AM shift one night, the other one does it the next night.
Last night, I got up at 1 AM, so when Bridget started grunting and fussing at 4:30, Nate suggested waiting a minute to see if she started crying instead of him jumping up right away. I mumbled "K," rolled over, and fell back asleep. At 5:30, my alarm went off, and I heard Bridget grunting a little again. Nate didn't end up getting up to feed her at 4:30, but he also said he didn't get any sleep that last hour since she had been up the whole time. So on one hand, score! We may only have to get up once a night now. On the other hand, bummer, she's still going to make noise from probably 4-6 every morning. Baby steps.
Some of you may have seen my tweet yesterday about Bridget's cradle cap. A couple of my friends reassured me about it already, but it still does kind of weird me out. The girls at the daycare asked if they could work on remedying her cradle cap. I said, "Sure, go for it!" I certainly wasn't having any luck getting rid of it. By the way, if you don't have any idea what I'm talking about, cradle cap is basically dry scaly skin on the baby's scalp. It's kind of gross, but not the grossest thing ever, by any means. Anyway, when I picked her up yesterday, I noticed that her head was noticeably free of scales. Neat! It wasn't until later that I also noticed it was almost entirely free of hair. She now has very short wispy hairs on the top of her head, but her normal hair on the back of her head. And of course the small bald spot on the back of her head that's always been there. My poor baldilocks. Like I said, though, a couple friends reassured me that her hair will grow back soon, and all will be fine. It's not like the kids in class are going to make fun of her.
Bridge certainly doesn't care. When I picked her up yesterday, she was all smiles with her feet up in the air. Her new thing is playing with her feet, which seems to be pretty standard for babies her age. She still likes her hands and anything made of fabric that she can bring to her mouth, like her shirts, blankets, or the tutu pictured. I was really hoping she'd like her Sophie giraffe because it's cute and French, but no. Not so much yet. Unless it's her feet, hands, or fabric, she's not really interested.
One toy that does hold her attention briefly is her new LeapFrog My Puppy Pal that she received from a family friend. I think our dog, Delaware, and I are more amused with it right now than she is, but I think Bridget will really like it when she gets a little older. It's pretty cool because you can program it to say her name. I also got her one of those seahorse toys that everybody raves about, but she wants absolutely nothing to do with that right now. I guess we'll stick to her Queen or Journey lullaby CDs when we need her to go to sleep since those seem to be most effective.
Speaking of her sleeping and going back to the fact that Bridget now lifts her feet, that skill has also given her the ability to roll onto her side. One day I found her practically face down in bed, which freaked me out a little, especially since she was still in her swaddle blanket. Ah motherhood. Now I get to worry about my kid for the rest of my life. I'm starting to understand that aspect of my mom more although I think she can stop worrying about me now. I'm 28, for crying out loud.
I think that's all that's new in Bridget's life. Her 4-month checkup and shots appointment is coming up in a few weeks, so that'll be fun to see how much she's grown and such. I'm glad Nate's taking her again, though, because I wouldn't want to watch her get the shots. Although he hates needles and I don't mind them, he's much calmer in situations like that.