Friday, October 28, 2011

Accent Vlog

Eek. I'm about to post my first vlog ever. For you non-bloggers, that simply means a video blog. I know I posted the video of me singing Gangsta's Paradise not too long ago, but that wasn't nerve-racking at all since I am such an excellent singer, er, rapper. This is just talking though. Compare it to getting up in front of the entire class (in this case the entire WORLD since everyone clearly reads my blog) to do your oral presentation. My knees are shaking at the thought of it.

A few observations before I post these videos though. First, I make tons of faces as I talk. People that know me - do I always do that or is this just a product of my oral presentation jitters? If I do always do that - Is that annoying? Because I was almost annoyed at myself watching them back. Sheesh. What's wrong with a normal face, Lacey?

Next, look out for a secret Charley appearance in the first video. She was napping in the Boppy on the couch behind me, and her little foot kicks out from under her blanket around the one minute mark. Look out for it right above my left shoulder. She's such a show stealer, that one.

And finally, between the two videos I had to attend to Miss Fussypants. The time elapsed was about one minute long. And how did I calm her down so quickly? Well, I stuck her on a boob. And then did the second part of the vlog. Yes, I vlogged while breastfeeding. And yes, I did manage to keep any boob shots out of the picture. Whew. I'm quite impressed with my multitasking these days, myself.

Anyways, here were the rules of the vlog. Apparently this little blog idea is floating all around the internet, but the only person I've seen do it is my very best e-friend Laura at The Diniwilks. She is fab! But I think you should do it too. Come onnnnn, it's fun!

Here are the rules:

Say the following words:

Aunt, route, wash, oil, theatre, iron, salmon, caramel, fire, water, sure, data, ruin, crayon, toilet, New Orleans, pecan, both, again, probably, spitting image, Alabama, lawyer, coupon, mayonnaise, syrup, pajamas, caught

And answer these questions:

What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?
What is the bug that curls into a ball when you touch it?
What is the bubbly carbonated drink called?
What do you call gym shoes?
What do you say to address a group of people?
What do you call the kind of spider that has an oval-shaped body and extremely long legs?
What do you call your grandparents?
What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?
What do you call it when rain falls while the sun is shining?
What is the thing you use to change the TV channel?

Here is part 1:

And then part 2...the boob part. Man, talking about my boobs on my blog seems to be all I do these days.

Edit: D'oh! Just watched this second video after it was posted and realized that Flickr cut off my video after a minute and a half! Boo! All I had left was the last question, to which I answered "remote" so you really didn't miss anything except maybe a couple more faces I made. And also you missed me asking all crazy Canadians to participate because I like their accents.

What do you think? Southern? Did I offend any Canadians by calling them crazy? Did I offend any "pop" sayers by saying you are WRONG? And also, what is the word for rain while the sun is shining? There is a word for that??

And lastly, because this question wasn't addressed and I feel that it needed to be, the name of this article of clothing on my head in this picture is a toboggan. A "winter hat," as some may call it, is just silly. Calling it a "winter hat" is basically like saying you don't have a name for it at all.

Yes, excitement over snow. We don't get it very often down here!
So, your turn! Let me hear those accents!

Thursday, October 27, 2011


Ugly pacis, be gone! My child recognizes the importance of being cute, and has since shunned the ugly paci.


She apologized for liking the ugly ones before and blamed it on me for not letting her see herself in the mirror with them. I'm sorry, darling. I'm just glad we are now seeing eye to eye on the pacifier situation.

Everyone's Doing It

I have a complex. I seem to despise doing what everyone else is doing. I don't think it's necessarily a new thing of mine, but having a baby made it ten times worse. It's forcing my creativity to work on overdrive, which in turn is burning out the creativity motor all together. I may have to change tactics.

Lemme splain.

When I bought my very first car, (which happened to be my 2nd car since my parents gave me a Honda Civic as my first car) I had to have something that wasn't as common as say, the Honda Civic. I loved my first car, but despised the fact that every single person in the world seemed to also have a Civic and therefore I wasn't original at all. Never mind the fact that everyone owned one because they were such good cars...that part obviously did not matter to me.

So, I chose to buy a Toyota Celica because they looked different and there weren't as many of them at the time. I loved that car and loved that it looked fast. [I eventually got over this complex with my cars though as I did just own another Civic before trading it in on a Pilot.]

When I found out I was pregnant, there were several things I instantly did NOT want to do, mainly because everyone else seemed to be doing them. Although - everyone else seemed to be having babies and that didn't seem to deter me.

First thing I thought of was the nursery. Everyone seemed to be buying wooden letters spelling out the name of their child and hanging them over their crib. Sure, some people were decoupaging the letters or painting them to make them 'different' or 'original', but to me the idea was far too common and far too played out to be considered original or different to me. I decided I would not have to remind myself of my child's name by glancing into her nursery and would just have find some other way to remember Charley's name.

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Another thing that I kept seeing everywhere - from contestants on American Idol to pregnant ladies in their maternity pictures - was the stupid heart symbol made with your hands. I despised this as well and vowed not to have any of that type of picture taken when I went to get my maternity pictures taken.


And I definitely did not do the "heart" pose during our maternity pictures.

But, when it came time to pick out our pumpkin this year, I was forced into a predicament. I love fall, pumpkin patches, corn mazes, and anything fall related. But when 95% of my facebook feed is currently pictures of people with their kids in a pumpkin patch, I just couldn't do it. I got into an internal argument with myself about whether or not I would dress Charley in a cute fall outfit, take her to a pumpkin patch, and take pictures of her laid over a giant pumpkin. I wanted to, and yet, I couldn't. I just couldn't do it. Why not? Because everybody's doing it and I'm not like everybody. "I'm different. I'm original!", I told myself.

And then when John, Charley and I found ourselves at the corner farmer's market, I decided it was time to buy our yearly pumpkin. No biggie this year, right? Sure we have a child now, but we buy a pumpkin every year and don't take pictures. Why would this year be any different. And yet, as I stood there picking out my pumpkin, I couldn't take it. I asked John for his phone as mine was in the car. "Why?", he asked.


And then I set her down on the crate and took the picture. Oh the shame.

Because what kind of mother would I be if I didn't document this momentous occasion in Charley's life!? I had to do it. I gave in. And now I wish she would've been in a cute fall outfit and not sleeping in her car seat. Unoriginal or not, I'm ready to join the masses. I'll be taking pictures as Charley carves her first pumpkin tonight too. And you know what else? I might even plaster them all over Facebook. Because darn it, my kid's cute. And her cuteness is original enough.

My Temp Job

I'm finally getting the hang of this temporary job of mine, the stay at home mom. It only took me 7 and a half weeks to get the hang of it, and in 4 and a half weeks I will be retiring from this gig and will be heading back to work. But regardless, I'm a domestic professional now. Just listen to how domesticated I was today.

crock-potI made dinner for the first time since I've been on maternity leave tonight. I made a roast in the crock pot, red potatoes and yeast rolls. It was really easy...I opened the package of meat, dumped it in the crock pot as to not dirty my precious hands, and turned the crock pot on for 8 hours. The potatoes were simply boiled in water, with a dash of salt and a spoonful of margarine. The rolls were frozen and just thrown in the oven. And yet, I had to call my Mama to figure out the potato part. Boiling water sure is tricky apparently!

making-the-bedAnd then, I changed the linens on the bed. I also washed the comforter, duvet cover, and sheets! I was feeling energetic, I suppose. Orrr, it could have been due to the fact that sweet Charley projectile vomited all over the bed during her nap. I'm sure I would have changed the sheets anyways today, vomit or not.... ahem.

But I got to it quickly and it didn't soak through to the mattress thankfully. So I took all of the linens down to the laundry room. And, as I was about to throw them in the washer, I realized I didn't know what I was doing and had to call my HUSBAND to tell me what to do. Yes, I had to sink so low as to ask a man how to do laundry. If that isn't the epitome of my laziness over the past 7 weeks + 9 months, I don't know what is. Turns out I did have to take the duvet off of the comforter to wash it. Who knew!?

And then I was a pro at taking care of my baby today. She puked, I cleaned it up. She cried, I made her stop crying.


& how did I do that? Well, I stuck her on a boob of course! And then later as I was looking at my breastfeeding log I realized this baby was playing me for a fool! She was eating for just 8 or 9 minutes every hour during the day! And so, yet again I had to phone-a-friend and ask my internet friends on a message board I frequent about how to get the baby to stop taking advantage of me and my boobs.

As it turns out, I have no clue what I'm doing.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Driving School

If you've been wondering where I've been (and lets face it, you've been checking over here daily, haven't you?) I will admit that I have been at the beach with my parents and baby. If you've been around for a while, you know we go to Pirateland campground in Myrtle Beach, SC about once a year with the entire family, but this trip was just a few of us since my nieces and nephews are in school this time of year. This was just a little getaway to take advantage of my maternity leave and a much needed vacation for my parents. Even John got to join us for a few days too at the end of the week.

Anyways, the campground is pretty large and you can rent golf carts to get around everywhere. We have rented a golf cart every year for at least the last decade and all of the adults would (seemingly) have had a chance to drive it around at some point or another. Imagine my surprise when I learned this secret: my dear mother had NEVER driven a golf cart! Somehow throughout all of these years she had always had a driver; the diva that she is. [In her defense, there are usually 7 or 8 other possible drivers with us, so maybe it's not too far fetched that she had never actually driven the golf cart herself.]

So it became my personal mission to make sure that she drove a golf cart at some point on our vacation. I volunteered my dad to be the driving instructor, and pestered my Mama to take the golf cart for a spin until she finally gave in. This was the tactic I used when I was teenager and I was trying to get her to agree to let me do something I wanted. It usually worked then, so I thought I'd give it a try now too. (Sorry Mama!) And would you believe that I've still got it? I was able to pester her into the driver's seat and Daddy hopped in with his clipboard to act as driving instructor.


I stayed back at the campsite to 1) take pictures and 2) take care of the baby. I considered taking Charley and riding along with the student, but when the driving session started out like this, I was reassured that I had made the right decision.

Sorry Mama...but your face is too funny here not to share!
But she passed with flying colors. Apparently, the instructor replaced the classic driving school requirements of three-point-turns and parallel parking with a more campground related tasks such as circling a picnic table three times.


I am proud to say she is now a licensed golf cart driver, and neither her, nor my dad, nor the golf cart ended up in a lake. I'd say that's a success story!

Happy Anniversary

It was two years ago today that John and I wed,

making it nearly 8 years (in November) that we've been together.


I'd say this year was the year with the biggest (or smallest) changes, and that being our little Charley. I am going to take a guess that this year is going to be our best year yet and I'm looking forward to sharing it with John.

John and I aren't a gifty couple. We don't do birthday presents, Christmas presents, Valentine's presents, or any other presents to each other. And when we got married, we decided that for our anniversaries, we'd do a trip together each year instead of gifts. This year proved to be a little more difficult with a 7 week old baby, but we made it work regardless!

Seeing as how I am already out on maternity leave, my parents and I thought we should take advantage of it and go to one of our favorite places for the week. We returned to Pirateland campground in Myrtle Beach and spent all last week there. John couldn't get the entire week off, but was able to come down for the second half of our week. And while we were there, we decided we'd go ahead and celebrate our anniversary since it was only 3 days early and we had willing babysitters with us.

It may not have been as luxurious as our honeymoon was in Punta Cana, or adventurous as our first anniversary was in Washington, DC, but having a newborn limited our choices a bit this year. So we left Charley with a babysitter...

...(her loving Gamma & Grandaddy) and we took off for Broadway at the Beach - a outdoor mall type place with restaurants and some rides and shops. Myrtle Beach recently made the stupid decision to close their large theme park on the boardwalk, and a few of the rides have moved here instead so I was determined to ride one of my favorite rides from when I was a kid. It's called The Caterpillar, and is basically a round and round ride where the best part is when a cover (the cocoon?) comes over everyone making you ride in the dark. So we rode the ride, and I kept waiting for my favorite part. And waiting. And waiting. And then the ride ended. And I cried. Okay, not really, but they got rid of the cover part! What kind of crap is that!?

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So we left there being a bit disappointed (I should've rode the swings instead!) and went to have lunch. I had never been to Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville restaurant, and it was close, so we went there. On the walk over we stopped to feed the icky fish.

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We had lunch outside on the deck, and overall we were pretty disappointed in the food (gimmicky, touristy place with sub par food) but at least we were in good company!

And Charley wanted to make sure that we enjoyed as much of our actual anniversary as possible so she decided to try and keep us up for the majority of the night last night! What a sweet baby! ;)


So even though our 'date' for our anniversary and our actual anniversary has not been magical and perfect and exotic, it was just perfect for us as our real anniversary gift is that little lady right there.

John - I love you lots and lots! Thanks for giving me Charley! Happy 2nd Anniversary and I hope for many more to come!


Thursday, October 13, 2011

Haiku Thursday


If you'd like to participate in Haiku Thursday, let me know in my comments so I can come see yours too! Feel free to steal the Haiku Thursday picture too...I stole/graciously borrowed it myself. And, if you need a little extra help in the poetry department: a haiku is a short poem consisting of three lines; the first line having 5 syllables, the second 7, and the third 5.

Please! Someone else participate this week. I'm beginning to think I'm the only one that appreciates the moving, motivating, and meaningful art form of a haiku these days. I mean, just look at some of my favorites from the past, for example here or here. If they don't move you to your core, you are just dead inside.

Loving my latest
Cute fashion accessory,
All nine pounds of her.


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Se7en Things

[Okay, it's technically 'Seven Things' and not 'Se7en Things' (as stolen from one of my favorite movies...shout out to Brad Pitt whom I'm sure reads Life of Lacey!) but how boring is the title 'Seven Things.' It definitely needed some sprucing up.]

I am never one to not follow through on a blog tagging, and I've been tagged twice so it's extra important that I follow through. I was tagged by her and her, both mommy bloggers that also have newborns at home! Thanks ladies!

The premise is this:
  1. Write 7 things about yourself.
  2. Give the ‘award’ to other blogs
  3. Inform them about it!

If you've been around for a while, you know that I have done this before. I did 100 things, then 10 more, and then 7 more. And because I truly believe that every reader of mine has read every post I've ever written (you have, haven't you? If not, I suggest you get reading!), then I refuse to repeat any thing about me. So here are 7 new things that I haven't yet shared.


1. I have windshield wiper anxiety. If I pull up to a stoplight and it's raining, I am instantly looking at the speed of the wipers on the cars around me, and if mine are going faster than theirs are, I turn mine down immediately. How embarrassing!

2. If there are any homemade sweets in my house (brownies, cake, cupcakes, etc.), every meal then requires a dessert. Had Cinnamon Toast Crunch for breakfast? Well then you must have a brownie for breakfast's dessert! [Hypothetically speaking, of course. I didn't actually have that for breakfast. Ahem.]

3. I have really thick head of hair that I inherited from my daddy. On the flip side, I have very low HPSI on my arms and legs. [HPSI = hairs per square inch]

4. John and I call each other Tuppy. No idea what it means or how it came about, but we are both Tuppy to each other. How sickening are lovey pet names? Bleh. But I do love my Tuppy! ;)

5. (Because all of my other lists were pre-baby) I have an adorable daughter named Charley. [Cue gratuitous picture of Charley...]

She was pretending she was conducting an orchestra.

6.  I love filling out forms. Whether paper or online, I just love filling stuff out. If it's paper though and printed in black ink, I need to fill that form out with blue pen so it contrasts against the black ink that the form is printed in. Crazy?

7. I always sing in the car, even now that I have little Charley in my back seat. & I may have said that I will never play any kids music in my car. But that doesn't count if I'm singing kids music to Charley, right? Here I am singing the classic children's song by Coolio, Gangsta's Paradise:


Okay this was pre-baby (well she was still cooking at the time) and in my old car, but I  assure you the same lullabying happens now too. Charley loves it.

This list of 7 things literally took me 5 days to come up with. You better have enjoyed it.

And for parts 2 and 3 of this little challenge, I award YOU! And that's counts as your notification too! Have fun!


The title to this has multiple meanings:

1) I am officially a sucker.
2) This is a post about pacifiers.

So I can stand my ground about wordsy clothing or cartoon character baby things, but I realize I'm not always going to win the fight. Especially once she starts talking and having a mind of her own. But for now at least, you'd think I'd pretty much have my way with everything. She's only 5 1/2 weeks old, after all. But, apparently I was wrong.

So since I'm pretty vain myself, I find cuteness to be of extreme importance with my baby too. For example, last Saturday John was the one to get Charley up and dressed for the day. He put her in a yellow ducky onesie (which I happen to love, by the way) and blue pants. Nothing wrong with either piece on their own, but together they scream, "I'm a boy!" to me. I mean, yellow is the gender neutral  color and blue pants only work on a girl if there is at least some girly color in the shirt they are paired with.

I'm a girl, I promise!
I never changed her clothes or told John about my issue with her outfit, but I definitely thought about it. So anyways, yes, I value the importance of a cutely dressed baby.

Part of a well balanced cutely dressed baby is a cute pacifier. I had an entire arsenal of different brands of cute pacifiers ready to be tested out by Miss Charley. Surely she could choose a favorite brand from all of the cute choices I was giving her.

Pick the Mam Charley! What could be cuter than a little birdie on your pacifier which would then match your cute nursery!?

But she had other plans. All of the cute pacifiers were rejected. Blehh, she'd say. Spit them out and make an awful gagging face at me afterwards. I went along for a couple weeks just content with the fact that my baby wasn't going to take a pacifier at all.

But then, there are times when she uses my boob as her pacifier and all I want to do is go to bed and yet unless I give this baby something to suck on, I'm not going to get to go to bed. I guess I could've done what John tried to do while we were out at a store once and she was being fussy - he found a nipple to a bottle in the diaper bag and thought that would suffice as a pacifier. No, John, that's not teasing her at allll.

So I did what I had to do. I went to the store and bought the hideously ugly pacifiers I was trying to stay away from. And you know what? She took that ugly pacifier.


I'm doomed.

My only hope is that this is her "training pacifier" and now that she knows what to do with it, she can go back and enjoy one of the cuter options. Like the birdie one, Charley, hint hint!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Parenting Report Card

It's only been one month, but I figured it was a good time to see how I was doing on my personal parenting report card that I have made for myself. If you don't remember, I told you here and here about things I absolutely would not be doing once I was a mommy, and I promised to come back and tell you how it was going so you either would or would not be 'mocking me later.' All I have to say for myself is this: SO WHAT!?

I will just list some of the items here and show/tell you how I've done. Some of the things aren't relevant yet so we will have to revisit this later.

1. I wrote: This one is the most important: I will NEVER, and I mean NEVER own a minivan. UNLESS, I have septuplets or something that simply cannot fit in any other vehicle. Mark. my. words.

Well, John and I have both purchased brand new cars in the last 2 months. If you were a betting person, what would you say the chances are that at least one of these cars is a minivan? Well...

His - 2011 Chevrolet Silverado

Mine - 2011 Honda Pilot
My grade: A+

Not only did I not succumb to the world of minivans when I quickly realized our Honda Civic was too small, but I also went ahead and got the biggest Honda SUV so it could grow with our family and rule out any need to upgrade for a very long time. Unless of course, like I said before, I have septuplets or something. Lord help me if I do...

2. I wrote: My kids will never sleep in the bed with me. Cats are welcome; children get out!

Okay, this one is tricky. You see, Charley does pretty well with letting me put her down while she's still awake at night without crying. But sometimes she does need to be put to sleep first. And what's her favorite way to be put to sleep?


By laying on my chest, of course. And what does a sleeping baby on my chest + 4:00 a.m. equal? Mommy falling asleep too. So, a couple times she has slept on my chest as I've [sort of] slept propped up in the bed. But, in my defense, she has never actually slept ON the sheets themselves, so in that case:

My grade: C

3. I wrote (although I was joking): "You don't know what love is until you lay eyes on your baby." How could I possibly love another human being more than I already love myself?



My grade: F

4. I wrote: Strollers are too much trouble. Too big, bulky, don't fit down the aisles of my favorite Juniors' departments. (Just kidding on that last one; although I stayed in Juniors for as long as I could, I did finally find my way to the ladies department). After my kid is able to walk really well, they will be walking. Really well.

I have no excuse for this one, except I was unaware of the awesomeness that existed with certain strollers. I loathe the travel system strollers, and I'm sure that's what I was referring to when I wrote that before. My stroller is so awesome though and I can't wait to use it every single time we go somewhere. (It's the Baby Jogger City Mini + car seat adapter if you happen to be in the market for a stroller!)

Trying to rid myself of some of that butt swelling that happened during pregnancy!
My grade: F

5. I wrote: Showers and bathroom breaks are private time. No kids allowed. This one sounds so obvious when written out that there really shouldn't be any question about it!

So what exactly am I to do when I wake up drenched in sweat (true story...almost every single night), desperately needing a shower, John is at work, and I am the sole caretaker of my sweet lil lady?


Bouncy seat on vibrate in front of the shower of course! She loves it! I still stick to my rule about bathroom breaks though once she is mobile. We'll see how that one goes... ;)

My grade: C

6. I wrote: My facebook profile picture will always at least have me in it. There will never be any confusion when my status says: "I am as drunk as a skunk", and the picture beside it shows a drooling, toothless babyface. Something is just not right about that.

Current Facebook picture:

Me + toothless baby = approved Facebook profile picture
My grade: A

7. I wrote: I will not, under any circumstances, have stick people on my car.

I'm not big on stickers of any sort, and have already removed the car dealership's sticker as well. So you can be sure there are no stick people taking up space on the back of my new car either.

My grade: A

8. I wrote: I am against words on my babies' clothing. There will be no "My Mom Rocks" onesies, bibs, or t-shirts. Words belong in books, blogs and newspapers, and not on clothing.

Ugh. I still hate the words. But, I was given some wordsy gifts and didn't take them (all) back surprisingly. And today, I wanted Charley to wear her little purple pants, and was searching for a onesie to match little purple pants and only one onesie out of the thousands in the stack seemed to match.
The little elephants are actually purple.
I mean, she does love her daddy, but it's not necessary to write it on her clothing. I also love my daddy and wore a plain black shirt today. Gasp! I'm doing my dad a disservice by not proclaiming my love for him on my clothing!

My grade: C (since the wordy clothes really won't get much use as long as I'm dressing her)

9. I wrote: Cartoon characters will not be on my child's clothing or in their nursery. Not even when they get old enough to request their favorite cartoon's apparel. Nope, so sorry.

This is a bigger offense to me than the words, and I have secured a cartoon-character-free home thus far. EXCEPT for one Tinkerbell blanket we were gifted that didn't have a receipt and therefore I couldn't return it. It hasn't gotten any use though at all. And actually, one of my twin nieces politely suggested that she could take it off of my hands if I didn't want it, and I would have given it to her had there been 2 of them.


My grade: A

10. I wrote: I will not blog only about my child. I hope to have a good mixture of what I blog about now, plus baby thrown in here and there. This is Life of Lacey, not Exclusively Life of Lacey's Child.

Gulp. Well, in the time since Charley has been born I have posted 9 blogs, 8 of which were about Charley. But, she's new and I'm sure once her newness wears off we'll get back to our regularly scheduled programming. ;)

My grade: D

So, that's 4 A's, 3 C's, a D and 2 F's. 7 grades are average and above and only 3 were not. I'd say I'm doing pretty good so far and haven't left too much for you to mock me over. Take that, naysayers! And as with any good report card, I think I just earned myself a trip to go out for ice cream!

Monday, October 3, 2011

Charley Bear: 1 Month

My little Charley is one month old today! [Well technically tomorrow on the fourth, but I have no patience and am posting this one night early.] I can't believe how fast this first month went, and even more than that, I can't believe my boobs have successfully sustained a human for a full month!

I knew a nickname would come about once our little darling got here. It surprisingly came from an online friend of mine that I "met" through a baby message board. She called her Charley Bear from the very first picture I shared of her, and it has really stuck with us. If you know us in real life or have done enough stalking to know our last name, you realize that it also makes sense considering our last name. If you don't know our last name, I have now just revealed to you that it has something to do with a bear. John, Lacey & Charley Polar? John, Lacey & Charley Cub? John, Lacey & Charley Grizzly? John, Lacey & Charley Yogi? You may never know!

So, given this bear-ness, it only makes sense that I am taking Charley's weekly picture with my beloved Big Bear. This is a bear that I got for Christmas when I was 7 or 8ish, and is the only childhood stuffed animal or toy that I held onto.

So it only makes sense that my Charley Bear loves him too. And she has loved him each week we have taken her picture with him. Here are Charley's weeks 1 through 4:


Her first month consisted of eating, sleeping and pooping. She is really good at all 3 things. She has gained 2 whole pounds since birth, weighing in around 8 pounds these days, up from 6 pounds 2 ounces at birth. She is still wearing mainly just newborn sized clothing and newborn sized diapers, so still a lil thing. But I'm thinking she won't be this little much longer.

She loves being my human baby doll and allows me to dress her up as often as I want with only minimal screaming. Maybe if I would have also held on to one of my baby dolls from childhood I wouldn't be so obsessed with dressing her up. But none of my Cabbage Patch Kids were as cute or quite as fun as Charley.

Happy one month baby girl!
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