Thirteen Weeks

...and a day. Thirteen weeks (Monday) was a rough, rough day for Surrey. She had her 3-month doctor appointment, which was unfortunately accompanied by immunizations. Like last time, mid-afternoon the poor girl was screaming, shrieking even, in pain. For probably 45 minutes. That'll do a number on your stamina for the day. What'll also do a number on your body, and your dignity, is being shot up the rear with a suppository on your milestone day. Poor Surrey hadn't rid her system of anything legit since Friday evening. Yikes. TMI, but necessary in conveying just how rough her day was.

So here she is, thirteen weeks and a day. A whole new woman.

Twelve Weeks

Apparently Surrey is a one-pose woman. In her first few weeks of life she was all about the superhero stretch, but now she's taking a more humble approach to photos. Pretty soon she's getting a nickname that somehow involves "frog." Rest assured, she does have properly functioning limbs and the ability to smile. This little lady loves to kick and flail her arms quite often nowadays, and plug your ears because she gets louder and more talkative by the day. Already turning into her mother? In her old age she now prefers to be standing up on one's lap when being held, showing off her muscle strength. She is also head over heels for her hands - constantly distracted by her fingers moving around and loves bringing them to her mouth, as if she's playing the air trumpet. Other exciting news is that (knock on wood) we think Surrey is growing out of her reflux phase. Way to go girl!

Eleven Weeks

This girl is getting big! Surrey is now focusing much more, holding her head up pretty well, and honing in on her hand-eye coordination. Any day now she'll successfully position her hand in her mouth to self-soothe (and won't that be a glorious day!). She's also been graciously going to bed around 7:30/8pm and only waking once in the middle of the night to eat. Thank God Jeremiah doesn't believe in jinxing, or else I would have really just screwed things up for us. We're still working on a later morning wake-up and more of a consistent day-to-day routine. I just started watching 4-month-old Stella full-time today though, so life's looking a lot different. The three of us will have to get in a new groove and establish some semblance of a schedule, so perhaps it's not horrible that Surrey wasn't regimented pre-Stella.

Ten Weeks

I think the pictures get worse each week. And I think each Monday gets cloudier, not helping matters. Bare with me.

Nine Weeks

Sorry for the delay! Merry Christmas from one cute, growing little lady! 11lbs 4.8oz yesterday at the pediatrician.

Eight Weeks

What a pose. Here's Surrey, eight weeks old, refusing to smile for the camera. Don't let that frog-like blank stare fool you. She's talking and smiling quite often nowadays, although not quite as often as she cries. As for her hair, we're still trying to tame it. Hopefully her bath tonight will settle things down, but that's only helped once.

Seven Weeks - Behind the Scenes

And this is why last week, when Surrey was seven weeks old, there was no blog post. Screaming, unhappy child. Dreary day with no sunlight. A computer that doesn't hold internet connection or allow me to upload photos. Week seven brought exhaustion.