Matilda has hit the seven week mark. Looking back at the early(r) photos of her, it's clear her hair has grown. Her eyelashes, the same color as Niclas', continue their outward march. I finally had to trim her fingernails with the infant nail clippers instead of relying on an emery board. Her toenails have entered the race. This morning while changing her, it struck me that she looks longer. Funny, this growing thing.
She's making more noises these days, too. Not crying noises, which are fairly universal in their infant sound. We're starting to get a glimpse of what her voice sounds like. And it's sweet. She makes this one noise when she's nursing. It sounds like what I imagine the Yiddish word for "yum" to sound like, repeated 4 or 5 times. (No idea what the Yiddish word for "yum" actually sounds like.) She times the noise with the bobbing of her head and brings her knees up to her chest, meeting the side of my rib cage before she gets there. It makes up for whatever she's going to do to us when she's 16. Almost.
Week six was loud, but the crank has wound down a bit and she's been enjoying longer stretches of time, being a minute or two more than last week, on her own. (Please note: not on her own as in home alone, on her own as in not being held.) She kicks back for like, 7 minutes at a time now. She looks around and flaps her arms and legs like a fish on a dock. At this stage, it still looks like she's transfixed by whatever is over our shoulder, but we'll take what we can get. Especially because she'll grin at us, even though it looks like she's responding to the ceiling light. These 7 minute stretches mean I sometimes get to make coffee with two hands and should have all our thank you notes written in oh, about 6 months.
We've been taking her for more walks as the weather has been warming up and I still have these PHANTOM POUNDS to drop. (Note: Not phantom at all and after my six week check-up a week late yesterday, there seem to be a few more than I thought. Dr. Weaver tried to make me feel better by saying that their scale really needs to be re-calculated, BUT I'M NOT BUYING IT.) The thing about the walks is, Matilda naps from start to finish, no matter how long we walk for. Great, huh? Or not and it means we've started all these bad habits and we're now required to walk her to get her to nap, nurse her to sleep at night and change her diapers for her.
