Why is it that Alan likes pictures like these where Isabelle’s drooling. Or has a big booger in her nose. Or is crosseyed.

Because she’s oh so cute and he loves her no matter what she’s doing. (like farting with every little stretch when she wakes up). Yeah those are the moments you want to remember.

Isabelle is two months old today! This second month has been a lot easier. It’s not that she sleeps through the night, no if anything she seems to be sleeping less. However, we can now side nurse lying down so that’s easier. We’re not great at it and sometimes Isabelle fusses like crazy but sometimes she doesn’t and it’s heavenly. Sleep and she gets to eat. It doesn’t get better than that.

Recap of this second month:

Oh and the best thing this month. She weighs 10 pounds now and she’s gone up a diaper size. Our little baby is growing. It’s gone by too fast.

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Well progress on crumpets is at a standstill. My Denise needles broke. BROKE! Well onto something else until I buy new needles.

Aaaaw shucks. I can’t believe it. I’m listed as one of three moms in the weeklight spotlight on The Mom Salon.

This picture has nothing to do with the post I’m writing below but since I just found it buried in my drafts from last month I thought I’d post it now. And maybe the heartbreaking sweetness of it will distract you from the fact that I’m a total moron, evidence of the totality of my moroness below. Is moroness a word? Probably not. Damn moron.

Last week I almost had one of those bawling in front of complete strangers without a care in the world moments. It was our first outing alone, me and Isabelle. I’ve been with her at home alone but this was our first trip out together without Alan, just a quick errand.

I put Isabelle in a cute little outfit and an adorable pink little coat with a hood. I put the hood up on her, into her car seat she went, and off we drove. She started crying immediately. I thought oh no! Is she ok? Are the belts too tight? See, she isn’t usually wearing so much but it’s gotten cold lately so that’s why she was all bundled up. When I put her into the car seat I thought she might be a little snug but didn’t adjust the belts. I kept worrying about her until she quieted down. (Ok that’s a lie. I still worried about her, wondering why she had quieted down.)

We arrived at our destination and when I went to get Isabelle that’s when I saw that the hood of her cute little coat had fallen down over her eyes and her nose. HER NOSE! I lifted the hood off her and her eyes were wet with tears. I was so upset. The thought that kept running through my head was she could have suffocated! Waaah! It was an extremely quick errand with me holding back the tears for about 10 minutes. When we got home I almost broke down crying telling Alan about the hood over her nose.

Then it dawned on me. Duh! She could breathe through her mouth. Gawd, I’m such a moron. Who knew one inch difference from this could almost make me a blubbering mess.

Ok I’m a moron…but it was still scary. And yes…I need to get one of those mirrors so I can check her in my rear view mirror when I’m driving.