2 Months and Still No Clear Thoughts

Hi.

It appears that it's much easier to fill my phone up with pictures than it is to keep up with posting them.  I know. You're thinking, "Aimee, you've been blowing up Instagram and Facebook.  What do you mean keep up with posting?!"

Well, I mean that my phone has approximately one hundred times more pictures than what I've shared already.  I think sharing them all is a little unrealistic, but I do want to share a little more here than through those other sources because this place is meant to be a little more personal.

It seems like it's been so long since I told you about Evelyn, that I don't know where to start now.  I don't know what to tell you about her, except that she fits into that confusing place of seeming like she's been here forever and is brand new at the same time.

She's not usually too picky about where she sleeps, but sometimes she refuses to sleep anywhere but in my arms, returning to wide awake status as soon as I set her down.

"And just where do you think you are going?" she asks.

Most of the time, I am perfectly fine with that predicament because... look at that face.

I think I've mentioned before that she will chuckle in her sleep a little bit, but every once in a while, she seems to have bad dreams too.  It. is. heartbreaking.  She gets the saddest poochy lip you've ever seen and will whimper or even cry for a few seconds before falling back to sleep.  I just want to snuggle her as close as I can and let her know everything is ok.

She still captivates me.  Her tiny, full, slobbery lips that fold when she sleeps on her side are just precious.  Her eyes continue to lighten and sparkle.  Her hair is fuzzy and soft after baths.  She holds my fingers tighter every day.  Her coos and "talking" are the sweetest things I've ever heard.

She generally needs, or likes to be put to sleep while being cradled and bounced or rocked.  She likes when I brush one of her soft blankets down her face, and will go to sleep that way sometimes.  If I'm lucky, she'll be worn out or so full and content that she will fall asleep on my chest with her head within nuzzling distance.  

She makes us laugh every single day.

Our little girl is already two months old this week!  The doctor tells us she's perfect.  Duh.

I hope to talk more about what motherhood is teaching me soon, but right now I mostly feel overwhelmed by how great my daughter is and I just want to stare at her.

Who knows, maybe next time I'll be able to organize some thoughts.  She could be six months old by then. Ha.  But come on, look at that face and try to come up with something other than "aww."  I can't.

Later.

Aim