Lily had her baptism (where she slept through the entire thing), which she looked uber cute in her little Christening gown. I changed her into a pretty pink onesie, and I think she was picked up too much because she threw up on herself and cried. I felt bad.
Today:
She's up to eating 5 oz. I admire all women who breastfed their children (especially those who actually managed it after a c-section). I do not have the energy or patience for it. More power to you. I also had her lay on my chest while I was flat on my back...she lifted her head completely up, and stared at me for a while.
I'm really starting to hate the baby talk my mom and sister use on Lily. It drives me nuts. Talk to my daughter like a human being, she's not a moron. I talk to her normally like I would to anyone, no matter what age. Man do I hate baby talk.
She's starting to be a chunky ass. :) And she likes it when you sing to her.
