I just can’t get over what a good baby we have. I know it’s probably 99% parental pride. Every time I look at her I think, wow, how did I get so lucky? Not just to have a baby after all we’ve been through, but to get such a fun, happy baby. She doesn’t cry unless she has a reason to. She loves people and is always smiling when someone talks to her. She’s intent and active when she’s playing. She nurses great, other than the typical day-to-day preference changes. She sleeps fantastic most of the time – I can count on one hand the number of times she’s not wanted to sleep at night (either crying or wanting to play).

Though I still maintain that she’s a high-needs baby. She’s still not the type you can just lay on her blanket or in her bouncer; she wants to be upright, she wants to bounce, she wants to walk around and see and touch everything. But as long as her needs are met she’s a happy baby, so it’s not too bad. We’ve adapted and she’s quite predictable. Plus it’s gotten easier now that she can sit in her exersaucer, upright, and play with toys at will. She’ll be even happier once she’s able to move herself around!

She gets totally spoiled with lovin’s. I’m always holding her up and saying, “You are sooooo goooood!” And then I nom nom her cheeks until she gives her charming little cough-laugh. (No, she still doesn’t give belly laughs. *sadface*)

::

For some reason Kate still doesn’t care to nurse while I’m sitting up. She will, if she’s hungry, but she pops on and off to squawk and admonish me. This makes nursing in public still somewhat of a fun experience. It’s not a “problem,” per say, but it does make me roll my eyes, especially when I’m trying to portray the image of a sweet, calm, nurturing breastfeeding pair to others. Instead I get my baby smacking me, squawking, then letting go and leaning way back so that my nipple flashes everyone and squirts Kate in the face. Sweet deal. BUT! If I lay down? Total calm. She nestles in, sighs, and eats calmly and peacefully while kneading my shirt. It’s like laying down puts her into a meditative state. I’m not exactly sure what the difference is, since whether I am sitting up or laying down she is laying on her side, facing me. I have a theory that she doesn’t like being *held* in place, but what do I know, I just do what she says.