It is 8:30pm, friday night. Dave is at the Church with the youth group. Behind me is the constant whoosh of a wonderful baby swing (borrowed from a friend.. Thanks!) entertaining Corrina. When dave got home from work at 5:30 i had just finished feeding Corrina, and she was ready for some cuddles with Daddy. I was microwaving some frozen casserole (life savers!) and Dave decided that we may as well plunk Corrina into the baby swing to see if we might attempt having a meal together. This swing has quite a wide motion and she was very happy to quietly emjoy the wind rushing through her hair. We looked over to check on her, and wala! she was asleep! How nice. She is in her swing again, happy but not sleeping this time.
From the baby front lines i had an excellent week. Last week was a little stressful because i was trying to start a routine with Corrina. These things take a few days, and these few days are long and arduous. After much hard work Corrina is taking regular naps, albeit short (30 mins), eating better and less often ( every three hours), is much less ccranky/fussy/gassy, and has some super fun "play times" throughout the day. I too am feeling like i understand her much better and thus are able to care for her better.
And boy is she growing and developing new skills. Anyone who has been around to hold and love her knows that she has a very strong neck and can lift and hold her head up for a few minutes. I can't wait until i can sit her cuteness on the floor and play peekaboo! Just the other day Corrina was lying under her mobile and we watched her follow one bug all the way around the mobile. Her little eyes made a full circle, and she even moved her head up and around to follow the little ladybug! It was so wonderful to see her respond to her environment!
We are having a great time as parents, and everyday just keeps getting better. When i feel discouraged and overtired i reflect upon the things we have accomplished (that took lots of time), and i know that the months to come will just be filled with delightful times, and even more sleep!
Thanks to everyone who has been helping us out with keeping our house sane, keeping us entertained, and keeping us fed. We really appreciate all the gifts and packages that have come in the mail and all the cards and phone calls we have received! We all feel loved, and Corrina feels very welcomed!
Sorry no time for pictures, Corrina is asking to be put to bed now. Love to all,
Janie
Friday, March 03, 2006
Swinging, swining, swinging
Posted by DAve and JAnie at 8:38 PM
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Mom said:
So glad that things are starting to settle into a routine after all your hard work. It must have been a difficult week and very tempting to just "forget it" but now you are beginning to reap the rewards of having a workable rhythm to your lives when you can anticipate Corrina's nap times, play times, feeding times and sleep time.
Things are going to keep on changing (and getting better in so many ways). Isn't it lovely to see how Corrina grows and accomplishes things - wait until she rolls over in her crib! She is so alert you just know that there's lots going on inside her head, even tho its going to be a while before she can verbalise those thoughts.
Have fun with your lovely daughter, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!
Love Mom XX
glad things are starting to work better for you Janie. It is always rough the first while. I am happy to see you are on track now.
Enjoy that baby while you can! They grow up way to fast!
I'm coming on out. . .
toooomorrow. . .
bet your bottom dollar that
tomorrow
I'll be there!!!!!!!!!
Can't wait!
Claire
Hey Janie,
You're putting Corrina to sleep roght now and I need to turn off the computer so I can sleep . .. so I thought I'd levea that poem I was talking about for you here and then you can find it later. Fun!
Babies Don't Keep
Cleaning and scrubbing
Can wait till tomorrow,
For babies grow up
We've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs,
Dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby,
And babies don't keep.
~ Poem is Annoy, comment is from Claire
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