Cute-a-Saurus

 

I can’t believe that she is eight weeks old!!! She is on the charts for her gestational age (39 weeks) and is the size of a small newborn. In fact, she now weighs more than I did when I was born.

Today we took Fi to the beach. She didn’t actually see the surf and sand because she was asleep in her stroller the whole time, but it was a nice little family outing for us. The weather was perfect and we enjoyed the sun for a while. She wore a cute little overall that had dinosaurs and said “Cute-a-Saurus” on it.

I never thought I’d like putting cute little outfits on a baby, but now…I love it!

We stopped for lunch at Spencer McKenzie’s Fish Company for fish tacos and ceviche.

 

Something I did not expect and no one told me about is baby gas. I know that babies get gassy and cry, but my tiny little daughter, who weighs a little more than six pounds now, can burp and fart like a beer drinking biker. I’m waiting to wake up one day and find that she has a gnarly tattoo and a leather vest.

She likes to sleep draped on us.

 

Help! A bear attacked my baby!

Where are her legs?!?

 

She tucks them under her belly. Her clothes are still so big on her that half the time her arms and legs aren’t even in their proper channels. 

Here she is, in a rare stretched out pose.

My mother wants me to mention that she gave Fiona half a bottle yesterday and later Fiona spit up on her.