Tuesday, September 22, 2015




This little sweetheart turned 3 months old yesterday. I cannot believe how fast it has gone. It seems like I was just pregnant with her a week ago. Already she has grown so much.

She is quickly discovering the world around her. She has started playing with toys this past week. She stares at them, concentrating so hard, and about half the time she manages to grab them, and maybe a quarter of the time she is able to bring the toy to her mouth. It's a working progress, but she's getting better at it everyday. She sits up so well. As you can see in the picture she is already in a high chair, even though she isn't on solid food yet. She just loves to sit at our level, so the high chair is a great way for her to do it. She will sit in it for a long time, while we eat, cook, clean, etc. The best part is that it has wheels. We wheel her around the kitchen and dining room, and she loves it. Though its hard to tell who loves it more: me or her.

It is so cool to be able to see the world through her eyes. How new everything is. How she loves bright and bold colors, loves light, and turns toward you whenever she hears your voice. It gives you a new perspective on things.

We loved visiting my family in Ohio for a week. And Addie is a pro at flying. She hardly cried and was such a doll the whole time. I hope she stays like this when she's older. And boy, does that girl love an audience! She smiled at anybody and everybody who would catch her eye. She also flirted with the two guys next to us on the flight home. They were both dads and, unsurprisingly, suckers for cute baby girls. They made faces at her, got her talking and giggling, and she loved every second of it. I'm so glad she's a happy baby.

Here is a picture of my family while we were there. You would not believe how hard it is to take a picture with two babies and a dog. Or maybe you would.



I have a tragic story to tell. Addie has been scratching herself with her nails lately, and I gathered up the courage and tried to cut her fingernails. The first nail I did fine, but the second nail I clipped the tip of her finger. The poor little girl cried, there was blood, and Jaron who was in the other room came rushing in thinking something was wrong. I still cringe when thinking about it. I wanted to clip the tip of my finger to see how I liked it. I wanted to throw away the nail clippers, run them over with the car, burn them, drop them into the ocean, and crush them into a million little pieces. The nail clippers hurt my little girl! I did none of those things, but I sure cried harder than Addie did. Adelynn was quickly calmed down, she was probably more scared then anything, and was back to her smiley self just minutes after. I don't think I've ever felt more guilty, and I feel it again every time I see the cut on her finger. Jaron assures me that it happens to every mom, multiple times, but I don't think I'll be cutting her nails again anytime soon. She can just wear socks on her hands if she keeps scratching herself. Much less painful for both of us.

Addie got blessed on September 6th. My dad came in town to be there, and we so grateful he came. My sister-in-law Rachael, who is a talented photographer, took some pictures for us so we could remember that day. Addie was so pretty in her white dress, though she hated it. She wouldn't smile while she was in it, and was actually very grumpy. But she consented to have some pictures taken, if at least not smiling, she wasn't crying either.



Addie is such a happy little baby, and we love her so much! I have so many pictures I could post here of her smiles. Not only does she have great smiles, but she makes some of the best faces. I will have to post them, but, alas, it will have to be on another post on another day. But here are some smiley ones, fresh from a bath:


2 comments:

  1. I remember so very clearly the first TWO times I attempted clipping Emma's fingernails (why did I try after the first bloody mess?!). She bled both times, and it just made me sick. I didn't try again for a very, very, very long time. Daddy was much better at it than I was, so it became his job (still is, with the next baby). I'm still terrified every time I try Milton's nails. It's rare. The good thing, as you know, is that babies are super forgiving. Thank goodness. :)

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  2. I did the same thing!! It was horrible! Matt is loads better at it than I am too and he does it most of the time for us as well. You are not alone! :)

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