As a four and a half month old, Finley…
You can’t tell where we are, so you’ll have to take my word that we’re there.
I actually wouldn’t mind if she was a thumb sucker because she could use it to comfort herself instead of a pacifier.
This one came in a three pack – the others are green and pink.
She’s not doing it here – just a tummy time picture.
Almost every morning she hangs out in the Bumbo while I make breakfast.
This was a trip to the dog park.
This nap was only 15 minutes because she woke up when she rolled onto her back.
Brody’s response to this picture: “Tell that kid to get his hands off my daughter.” Protective already…wait until she’s 16.
This may give a little perspective (keeping in mind that I’m 5’2″).
Finley took most of her naps in Brody’s arms the weekend I was in Lake Geneva. Awww…
Dogs’ mouths are cleaner than humans, right?
I’m guessing the only reason Brody allowed this kissing to go on is because it was Owen’s first birthday party.
Moose likes Sophie too. Sophie may not be around for long…
That’s Brody (not his stepmom) and his dad.
As the mother of a four and a half month old, I…
love being at home full time. I knew I would, and I feel lucky to have this opportunity. To help out the family, though, I am starting to watch a friend’s daughter who is 17 months old for five hours, three to four days a week.
hate that I become obsessed with Finley’s sleeping, especially her naps. At her four month appointment yesterday, our pediatrician recommended she be taking two naps a day: one morning and one afternoon. Ummm…ok. That would mean that Finley is awake for more than two hours at a time unless she somehow miraculously starts sleeping for more than 45 minutes. The doctor said I should “push through” the signs of sleepiness. This goes against basically everything I have read about babies and sleep and goes against what I feel is “right.” See? I just blabbed for how many sentences about sleep. If I were to analyze this obsession, I might say it’s about control and schedules, and how as a teacher, I had those two things, but now as a SAHM, I don’t.
feel great physically. Each week, I try to workout at least three times. This week I did 30 Day Shred level one on Monday, went to kickboxing Tuesday, took a three mile walk with Finley and the dogs on Wednesday, and did 30 Day Shred level one again today. Brody and I have talked about how amazing it would be to have a treadmill in the basement but that big of a purchase isn’t a good idea right now. One day hopefully.
only get emotional when I haven’t slept well the night before. Yesterday I was a crying mess. Tuesday night: asleep at 10pm, awake to feed Fin at 12:30am, back to sleep at 1am, awake to soothe Fin at 4am, awake to feed (soothing wasn’t working) at 4:30am, back to bed at 5am, and awake for the day at 6am. While six hours of sleep isn’t horrible, broken up into three chunks is no bueno.
am concerned about becoming a hermit during the winter. Although I love being around people, I’m also a home-body. And I hate the cold. Hopefully weekly activities will force me to leave the house.
It’s just after 8pm, and we had a rough night getting Finley down for the night. After 45 minutes of fussing, crying, picking up and putting down, and holding, Finley is asleep. As a wise friend told me, this isn’t forever. Good night!