I feel like I haven't had a chance to actually share some of Evie's talents and milestones. . .
She is a fabulous pooper, and especially loves to poop the second she gets out of the bath.
She has terrible reflux, so she spits up a lot. This has been her greatest trial. Often we have to change her clothes up to 4 times before she goes to bed because of all the spitting. The poor girl is never without a bib. We just upped her medicine to something a little more heavy duty. . .let's hope it works.
She has very strong neck muscles and has from the beginning. As her mom, I feel it is my duty to admit that she is very advanced for her age.
When she sleeps she spreads out like a starfish.
She's a terrific smiler. She used to save her best smiles and even laughs for lamps. We're not sure what the deal is, but she stares at them for minutes at a time (on or off). But she has now taken to smiling at humans (especially her parents). This has been a turning point for me, because before this I think she thought that a robot was in charge of feeding, changing and cuddling, and therefore needed no recognition. I need the recognition!
She is a fabulous pooper, and especially loves to poop the second she gets out of the bath.
She has terrible reflux, so she spits up a lot. This has been her greatest trial. Often we have to change her clothes up to 4 times before she goes to bed because of all the spitting. The poor girl is never without a bib. We just upped her medicine to something a little more heavy duty. . .let's hope it works.
She has very strong neck muscles and has from the beginning. As her mom, I feel it is my duty to admit that she is very advanced for her age.
When she sleeps she spreads out like a starfish.
She's a terrific smiler. She used to save her best smiles and even laughs for lamps. We're not sure what the deal is, but she stares at them for minutes at a time (on or off). But she has now taken to smiling at humans (especially her parents). This has been a turning point for me, because before this I think she thought that a robot was in charge of feeding, changing and cuddling, and therefore needed no recognition. I need the recognition!
In that last photo, she's sawing logs. Sometimes when I look at her, I can't believe she's ours.
