Lucy: two months

Widdle Woocy, as she is frequently called by her big sister, is now two months old. I really can't believe how fast the time went by! I'm sure I'll say that every month...

Lucy is an amazing sleeper! Most nights she'll sleep from about 10pm-6 or 7am. It's amazing!! I've never had a baby sleep so well so early. Sadly, that doesn't mean I'm sleeping peacefully yet; I frequently wake up confused as to how she's still asleep and have to make sure she's still breathing.

I have to show off this beautiful blanket from my neighbor! (Pins and Petals)

Lucy smiles! Like those big, happy to see you smiles, not just gassy not-quite-real smiles. The kids loves it when they get up close to her and smile, and she smiles back. They usually scream (literally) in delight. Seriously, happily screaming is a huge thing in our house. I'm sure our new neighbors love us.

Sadly, Lucy succumbed to the sickness monster that raged through our house for weeks. She woke up crying one night with the saddest, yet somehow cutest, little hoarse voice. We've got the humidifier working on overdrive. Poor Lucy.

Oddly enough for a third child, Lucy seems to get held a lot more than my other kids. Probably because I frequently use "I need to hold the baby right now" as an excuse for why I can't play princesses for the 100th time. In the evenings, Peter and I have pretty much given up on any pretense of trying to get things done when we're so exhausted from the day, so we just take turns passing her back and forth while watching netflix.

Lucy is still a very even-tempered little girl. She's usually content to just sit there in her swing or lay on the ground. I try to encourage Jude and Ellie to go play with her or show her toys, but Jude usually insists he's "too busy" and Ellie gets too easily distracted by everything else. Just wait, siblings, until she starts to move, then you'll be forced to acknowledge her as she chews your trains.