Magical Baby

I'm not all that sappy. And I am not really a newborn person. But OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS BABY. I am totally crazy obsessed with her. I cuddle her and stare at her and poke her little checks as often as possible. She kills me and brings me a euphoric joy that has completely blindsided me.

She's got this super grumpy face, and it looks like she is scowling at you. And think this made it twice as exciting last night to see some little happy faces from her little lips. Gas or no gas -- she looked happy and it melted me. I think she is going to look like me with a nasty scowl when she wants one (or when something is confusing) and then -- and just let me toot my own postpartum horn here for a minute -- one awesome smile!

Oh and she is so sleepy and I love it. I found this annoying with my other babies because either I was trying to feed them or trying to play with them and neither activity works so well with a snorer in your hands. But it is different with Lizza. She finishes eating, and I am holding her and loving her little eyes. And the next think I know I am loving her little eyelids and I just keep staring and I can't put her down. And her little checks get all puffy after she eats and it looks like her skin is going to just drip off her body while her head is starting to bob and weave. Again, I declare, I can not get enough of this baby.

(FYI: just took a 1 minute break from typing to take another 25 pics of Elizabeth Marie Fellow while she stares at the monkey on her mobile)

Like I said, I am not usually a newborn person. I think they are boring , they don't do anything, they are too small, they cry when you change them, they have awkward movements, they spit up, they fall asleep when you just got out of bed to feed them or refuse to sleep when you really want to get back in bed. The list goes on and on. I was excited for Lizza to come because I wanted a new little person in our family, and I was even excited for the newborn stage because I like the schedule, it is not that hard and the clothes are cute. But in general, I was really just excited for a 5 months old to come along this fall when the going will finally get fun. But I stand corrected.

Maybe it is because Quinn is 4 years old and is really mean to me or because Kenna learned from Quinn to scream NO in my face. Or maybe it is because you can love on a baby all day long right from your rocking chair and never get up. Not sure what changed, but I just don't want to put this baby down. I love her little mouth and her purple feet that I have hold to keep warm and her flowers in her hair and her little half dimples by her lips and how she grabs my fingers while she is eating and her long fingers and her toes that stay spread out like my brother's do and her nose that is bound to turn into the cutest thing in the world. I love that I want to stare at her profile all day long just like my mom used to do to me, and I love that when given the option she chose the cheaper of the two pacifiers I offered her.

And, of course, I love that she sleeps for a 5 hour stretch from 2 to 7 a.m. almost every night. What a respectful lady!

She loves her mobile just like her sisters did, and she has the hiccups for most of her waking hours. She has the skinniest little legs that I have ever seen and she actually fits into a newborn diapers, which I have never had to buy before. She sleeps for longer if the Mormon Tabernacle Choir is on in the background (a musical nap as I call it), and her squints her eyes very dramatically or pretends to be asleep when you turn the lights on brighter or open the blinds.

Tim could not have put it better last night when he said, "Isn't cool that her poop doesn't even smell yet? She's like a magical baby."

Yes, she is.