"What are you feeding this child?!?" my pediatrician asked playfully.
Sophie will be one month old tomorrow and we are already off to a good start. I told the pediatrician that she was still just breast feeding. He asked me if I wanted to go into business.
The stats:
Height: 22.5 inches (95th percentile) Weight: 11 pounds 7 ounces (off the charts already) Head Circumference: 14.25" (25th percentile - she has a little head, to which my body will be forever thankful)
Sophie smiled at the doctor, which he said was very advanced for her age. I resisted the urge to beat my chest like a Neanderthal and scream, "I have the mightiest genes alive!"
Genevieve has a favorite stuffed animal. It is a bear in a pink bunny suit that she named Paprika. She calls Paprika her baby and takes very good care of her, making sure she eats well, takes naps, and even soothes her when she is upset.
Today I saw Genevieve holding Paprika with her head to Genevieve's chest while she gently rocked back and forth. I asked Genevieve what she was doing. She turned to me with this "duh" look on her face and said, "I'm feeding Paprika milk."
Genevieve speaks very well for a 2 year old. She has only the slightest child's lisp but she does get a little confused by the subtleties of pronunciation at times.
As her big sister present we gave her a Dora bath set. Carrie explained what each item was while I was in another room. I overheard her saying that it contained bubble bath, body wash, shampoo and a tray to hold it all. A few minutes later I heard G making making choo-choo noises while sliding the bath set around on the floor. "What are you doing?" "I'm pushing the train." Just to make sure I wasn't the one who was confused I bent down to take a closer look; perhaps the basket containing the soaps was shaped like a train. Nope, no train, just some sound-a-like confusion. "Mommy said it was a tray to hold it in not a train." "Oh!"
Genevieve has been confusing another concept for a while but it wasn't until this weekend that we uncovered the mystery. She had been referring to getting dressed as, "What are you going to put on your naked?" or upon seeing a picture of a strange outfit, "What is she wearing on her naked?" We just assumed that she confused naked with skin. It took a little help from an English professor to help us with this one.
After her bath and sometimes before bed, G will run around in just her diaper. We might say something like "Oooh, you're naked!" Genevieve doesn't have the best grasp of the English language; contractions, particularly of the homonym variety, can be confusing. I just thought she was objectifying naked but apparently it was just your/you're confusion. My friend tells me that her college students sometimes have the same problem.
In order to help ease the transition from center of attention to big sister we decided to make her feel special. By throwing her a "Big Sister Party" and ... err ... making her the center of attention. It was a little less party and more of a play date but there were balloons, ice cream and of course cake.
It wasn't exactly princess themed but she did have a princess cake and party hat.
Princess Cake
Princess Hat
Genevieve sporting her I'm a big sister shirt. Sophie wore the counterpart but was a little camera shy.
"Sophie's umbilical cord fell off," said Carrie to me after Genevieve and I got back from our morning bike ride.
"Great," I replied.
"I can't find it."
"Buh?"
"It's not in her pajamas, onesie, diaper or receiving blanket."
"Gross"
We still haven't found it but we've got it narrowed down to the bathroom or our bedroom. I'm really skeeved out by the idea that I might step on it in the middle of the night.
