So here we are, our baby girl is about to turn 4 months old and I am proud to say that we are all sane. WIN. She's 10 lbs now and 22 inches long. I have a feeling she will be tall like her daddy and not fun size like me. She sleeps through the night, 8 hours. Yes you read that right. She eats 5-6 ozs every 5 hours. And 99.9% of the time, she is a freaking happy baby. We are blessed.
On Saturday, my grandmother was here from CT and Sophia got to take a picture with her great grandmother. I love writing that sentence. I vaguely remember my great grandmother when I was small and I know how special it is to say that. I was so happy when my grandmother had the chance to meet Sophia and hold her. And Sophia LOVED her and was laughing and talking away.
Melts my heart.
This weekend we also went shopping for Christmas presents. I will NEVER EVER wait this long EVER again... especially when I needed to go Toys R Us... place was a freaking mad house and just manuevering the aisle with the stroller made me want to punch someone in the face.... AND THEN SOPHIA DECIDED TO HAVE A POOPY DIAPER. Yeah... not fun. But we made it out alive. Hubs then went off the BJ's (insert fallic joke here) and came home with my favorite red wine because clearly he understands that I was so close to losing my shit. But what makes me love that man even more is his genius idea of how to bring the wine home safely.. via the car seat base:
GENIUS. Love that man.
And here we are short week for work... woop woop.. except that I lose hours since i'm contract.. BOO... especially during the holidays BUT I am grateful to have a job so there's that.
I am suppose to be cooking part of Christmas dinner this week since my parents are on vacation. Wish me luck, I am going to need it. And I just realized I need to go food shopping... FML.
Peace out peeps.