I finally got my riding gear out and took the SV back out on the road for my first time in a few months. Then again this morning to ride to my dentist in San Francisco (yep, my dentist is THAT good, totally worth the ride) I wasn't sure about being off the bike for so long, but you truly don't forget... it felt fantastic to be back on my bike, almost like I'm a real person a little bit, and not just a really terrible nanny/cow. (now if only I could remember where I put the DRZ registration so I could ride it too)
Oh, right, and then Molly!
She's six weeks! And according to the sleep books we've been reading, the crying is supposed to end at six weeks! So tomorrow, we expect to sleep in and, after waffles, enjoy our now completely sweet and quiet baby. Whew! Those first few weeks were tough! Good thing she won't cry anymore!
Especially since we are planning on dumping her at the grandparents' house for babysitting while we go to the opera this weekend. I'm sure she wouldn't fuss for grandma and grandpa!
She weighed in on Wednesday morning at 10 pounds, 8.6 oz. The baby sitting next to us in the group was the same weight, but she was 13 weeks old. My girl is a porker. oink oink.
In the past week, she has been practicing her spit-up technique, which is always followed by a look of satisfaction (almost even a smile?):
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| From 2010.10 Molly |
Crying a whole bunch because her life is hell:
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| From 2010.10 Molly |
(notice Aunt Jennifer's smirk in the background)
suffering through stupid outfits:
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| From 2010.10 Molly |
(which she actually wore in public!)
expressing her continued distaste for baths:
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| From 2010.10 Molly |
and swapping tall tales by the fire over a beer with her dad:
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| From 2010.10 Molly |
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