Things are going more smoothly now, though I can't seem to let go of some intense feelings of anxiety. I worry constantly that something is going to happen to Lydia; SIDS, that someone will drop her, that she's not eating often enough, that she's sleeping too much. I don't know. Name something, and I'll worry about it.
But I'm getting better. And I am able to blame my anxiety on the hormones, which is helpful.
Lydia is a chunk, people. She has put on over a pound since her birth. Her chin has doubled and she's working on some nice thigh rolls...just like mommy, though in sort of a different direction.
Her favorite games include, but are not limited to, the following:
Raggedy Anne (in which she stares at her Raggedy Anne doll from Kim)
Cow (in which she stares at her cow blanket)
Dad (in which she stares at her dad)
She also enjoys the occasional round of Window, Light, and Tissue Box.
And she loves bum ruffles just as much as her mom does (pay no attention to the laundry all around me).