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Good Morning!

So far, Hannah has been a morning person, very much unlike her mother! We hear her talking to herself every morning about 7:30 a.m. And the moment we peek our head over the side of the crib, she gets super excited. It makes me feel like a million bucks! Anyway, I took this video so she could say good morning to Chris since he's away. But I had to share the cuteness with the rest of the interested world! ;)

Happy Hannah in a High Chair

Oh man, Hannah had a blast the first time she sat in a high chair. Last night, she and I had supper at Grammy and Pops' (Chris' parents house), and we decided to see how she would like sitting at the dinner table. Well, you can certainly see for yourself just how much fun she thought it was. (And I'm so glad I was able to video it with my handy dandy new iPhone, too, so that I can send it to Chris since he's away on a 2-week mission trip to Guatemala.)

Speaking Of Independence

We've had a fun holiday weekend with Hannah. She's growing so fast and she's doing some really cool big kid things. For instance, holding her own bottle all by herself. We also taught her to change her own diaper... OK, maybe not, but I wish. She really was holding her bottle though, which was pretty funny. She also purposely rolled on her side a number of times. She'll be a roly-poly in no time. And we've spent a lot of time laughing this weekend. We've discovered she has this definitive chuckle, and we'll do anything we can to elicit one out of her! So needless to say, we've had a happy 4th with our sweet girl.

Sleep Walking Mama

I think the lack of continuous sleep is starting to get to me. Last week, Chris said that while I was sleeping the other night, I whispered to him in that creepier than humanly natural kind of way, "Come heeeere", while coaxing him to me with my index finger. He was afraid to get up for fear that I might begin spewing pea soup or find Hannah walking on the ceiling. And then last night, I apparently slept walk. Chris said I got up to tend to our crying child, only after dragging my pillow into the living room and stuffing one of my shirts into its case. Next, I picked up one of the decorative couch pillows and put it in Hannah's crib. I then unswaddled her, changed her diaper and woke up as I put her in my confused husband's lap, who was waiting on the couch nearby in case I needed help.

What in the world??? I have absolutely, positively no recollection of any of this whatsoever. How insane am I?

I'm so ready for Hannah to start sleeping through the night so I can start sleeping through the night, if not for my own sanity but for Chris'. Since she was born, he's actually sent me back to bed a few times because apparently I can be pretty worthless in the middle of the night, sleeping on the couch while he does all the work. I have to say that at times, waking me is near impossible. He might as well have two babies to care for. My poor, sweet husband. Do I get any cred for growing and delivering her? Maybe?

I feel like she's on the brink of making it through the night, though. Sleep cometh soon!

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