a month-old taco

I can't believe Lydia is already over a month old. In fact, she's five weeks old today! She has grown so much, too. Lifting her head is practically a piece of cake, and boy does she eat a lot. I would guess she's about nine pounds by now.



After three weeks of easy burps and seemingly drug-induced sleeps, Lydia's digestive system screamed, "Hey, I'm not ready for this yet!" and thus we entered the gassy stage. The Husband and I now work really hard to get out every last burp and sometimes that's still not enough, prompting Lydia to produce this nonstop wailing cry that absolutely tears at your heart and eardrums.



If any good is to find of my poor baby's gassy tummy, it's once she has worn herself out from crying, she will have a good, hard sleep of four plus hours. Last evening she slept from 7:30 to 12:00 with only a brief 'hold-me-now' moment.



I'm looking forward to the day when Lydia discovers her true superpower -- she can actually control her flailing arms and legs. Right now they have a mind of their own and their goal is to shake Lydia awake with their constant wiggling. Swaddling is her only defense.



A milestone was reached last week -- Lydia went with us to her first restaurant outing. She did wonderfully. It is no small feat to sleep while visiting an Applebee's during a loud lunch hour. She also visited the mall and Babies R'Us -- Mommy's favorite store.

She's also great for snuggling during movies. I think she'll be a snuggler for many years.