Alexandra has still been having many adventures here in Colorado, but many closer to home as Daddy Dearest was sick and then pulled his shoulder out of joint. Now he's feeling better and my maternity leave is dwindling, so we went on a few adventures this week.
First we drove to Denver so that Alexandra could meet Scout. Scout's mom is Sarah. Sarah's pretty cool (notice that I linked to my blog talking about her blog, rather than directly to her blog, so that you'll be forced to read mine more rather than hers. If you read that post, you'll realize that I'm still a jerky jalopa).
Sarah and I were compatriots in dragging our feet into motherhood (into our 30s, in fact), so it's pretty fun that we now have baby girls who are one month apart in age. It's also funny to see the difference in our babies (based on what we've projected onto them), since we are both such different people. My baby has the fussy name of Alexandra, while Little Miss Swan's name is cute and cheeky "Scout." My baby was wearing an outfit from Baby Gap while Scout was wearing a hand knit poncho (sadly not in this shot). My baby's hair lays neatly flat, while Scout's hair already looks like a total punk rocker's. Anyway, I'm glad our babies will be friends.
Yesterday, we ventured out for a hike in Red Rock Canyon Park, one of our favorite local gems. Allie-Alligator enjoyed looking around at the rocks for roughly 3 minutes before she fell fast asleep.
And, oh yes, I meant to scribble down several thoughts about these first days of parenthood, lest I forget them.
Several observations: I had various ideas about my approach to parenting while I was pregnant, which all seem to have flown out the window. I wanted my baby to be able to entertain herself and play alone, so I thought I would leave her be to play and coo by herself. But instead, if her eyes are open, I find myself cooing and oohing and making a general fool of myself on her behalf every single second she is awake. I'm sure there is still plenty of time to come for independent play as she is so young, but so far I am one of those ridiculous, drooly helicopter parents. I also thought I would be fine letting my baby "cry it out," but it turns out I'm a total softy and I can't handle letting her cry for more than 2 minutes. And even that kills me.
Toe jam: No one ever told me about the toe jam. Or maybe other babies just don't have it. But Alex seems to always have sock goo between her toes and it gets stinky if I don't clean it out every day. She also has hand jam - especially bad because she constantly has milk dripping over her hands. It's kind of gross. No one warned me.
Baby poo: It's true what they say, that it really isn't that bad. Especially since Allie is solely breastfed, changing her diaper doesn't bother me one iota. It doesn't even really seem like poo. You're not supposed to use bleach on our cloth diapers, so there are yellow stains all over them that look like tie dye. I like to pretend they're super cool rockin' tie dye diapers. Speaking of which, what do you cloth diapering moms do about stains?
Coming soon: Mikey Boy has been working hard on our bathroom, and he has completed tiling the countertop. Hooray for hubby! Pictures will be forthcoming once it's a bit cleaned up, as we need help choosing what kind of a floor to go with.