One Month

My baby Elaina is a month old. What a month it's been. I had forgotten how quickly babies change in the first weeks, and she certainly has.


(Poor little acne face. It's better than it was a couple of days ago.)

Here's the difference, side by side:

Yup, she's changed alright.

Everything Elaina does, she has to do wholeheartedly. If she wants to cry, well then, the whole world will know. If she wants to spit up, then you'd better have some clean clothes near by. And as far as her diapers go... well, I am very grateful for the convenience (and capacity) of disposables.

She certainly has her fussy spells, and for a few days there we thought we might have a screaming, colicy baby on our hands. We read some of The Happiest Baby on the Block, and were impressed with the theory of some babies needing a "fourth trimester." A lot of it is pretty intuitive, but we've found that Elaina really does love environments that mimic a womb-like atmosphere; warm, tight, rhythmic, moving, and loud. We have had some nights interrupted by lots of crying, but then we have some where she sleeps like a champ, and only wakes up to eat every 3 hours.




Elaina is a great sport at tolerating all of her big sister's attention.

She is great at communicating her discomfort or displeasure. She can be loud. In the last week or so, she's started to find the softer side of her vocal cords, with a few sweet little coos now and then. Her eyes work now (although sometimes cross-eyed), focusing on faces, watching ceiling fans, or tracking her big sister's excited movements.







(Well, writing this post was interrupted a couple dozen times. Funny how that happens. Now I'm off to see if I can throw something together for dinner.)