Sorry to be Tardy

We've entered a truly splendid part of the early life of Sania. It's not easy, for sure, but it's easier than life with a certain firebrand we know well. Sania's sleep isn't dreamy for us (K, of course, bears the brunt of it), but it's a lot better than the sleep patterns of her room's previous occupant. She nurses like a champ, she has gone as many as 5.75 hours of sleep at a stretch at night (though it isn't commonplace yet), and she smiles and coos like a baby in commercial.

Reid continues to be a really nice big brother. A little bit of the expected impatience with Sania-care has arisen, mostly in the form of gentle requests to 'put the baby in the basket' which is Reid's word for bassinet. But he more often wants to hold her, and told K the other day about how he was going to teach her to do things, which is funny because several of them he doesn't yet know how to do himself.

School-wise, Reid is doing mostly fine in his new school, and we are both more confident about his ability to move again in September and more concerned that we're pressing our luck. But the morning routine, which now involves multiple modes of transportation and plenty of Reid supervision, if he wakes early enough to allow plenty of play at home (usually a safe bet), doesn't end with a crying jag and demands to stay at home, most days.

Sania's growing by leaps and bounds. We're between her 5th and 6th week, and we're already in the size 2 diapers, and mostly through our 0-3 months clothes. This is partly because she is trending tall (they fit around her, but the length of her torso outreaches the length of the clothes), but also because she has a habit of going through clothing pretty fast (hopefully remedied by the size 2 diapers).

As with the wonderful days of blooming recognition with her brother, K and I are continuing to have reveletory little moments when Sania will look at us and smile, or even half-laugh, and though she isn't really ready to play, she definitely seems to be enjoying herself. Knock on wood items? Sure. She hasn't spit-up as much as Reid (though the aforementioned diaper-adjustments have been similarly hazardous). We're waiting for the other shoe to drop sleep-wise, but in the meantime, keep our fingers crossed. And she hasn't asked to get her belly-button pierced, but once I found out we were having a girl, I began preparing myself for that eventual occurence, so I should be ready when it happens. In about 35 years.

Anyhow, here's a bunch of pictures. Enjoy.