Still Growing

At 4 1/2 months old, little Miss Avery is 14 lbs, 4.6 oz and just shy of 25 inches long. Doc says this is slightly above average for both height and weight - more like daddy every day!!!

4 Months Old Today!

Avery is 4 months old today!!!!! Time is flying!

Camera Fright

So I've decided Avery becomes scared and/or a bit retarded when I get out the camera. For any of you familiar with "Friends", there's an episode where Chandler can't seem to smile right for the camera - he gets a stupid face as soon as the camera comes out. Well, Avery has Chandler-syndrome. Just had to share these pics because I found it hilarious that the 10 minutes I spent snapping photos resulted in every one of them being a little "off". She was giggling and smiling, then as soon as the camera was out, bam - goofy face!

Eight

Eight glorious hours - that's how long Avery slept, uninterrupted, in her pack-n-play crib last night - yaaaaay! Please, God, tell me this is the dawn of a new era!!!! Last week was pretty rough in the sleep department, as Avery hasn't really been napping much, nor sleeping very well at night. Overall the weekend was pretty good though, so we're hoping maybe she was just going thru a "thing" and is coming out of it now.

Had a busy day on Saturday - went to Aunt Abbie and Aunt Amelia's volleyball games - she made sure to cheer them on, "talking" much of the time. At first audience clapping was scary - a pouty-lip half-cry came - but then was no big deal. She didn't nap much that day and was asleep by 7:30 p.m. and other than being up twice to eat, she slept until 9 a.m., which was pretty darn good. That followed by 8 straight hours on Sunday night has us hoping - times, they are a changin' . . . .--Anita

Here are some fun pics:

No, wait, I'm not ready - how's my hair?

Look into my eyes . . . you're getting sleeeeeepy. . ..

Asleep in her carseat at Bob Evans - notice toy still in hand . . .

H.E.L.P.!!!!

No, not the shampoo again. . .

As it turns out . . .

Disclaimer: To all of our sensitive blog followers who might not like to read about my hooters, now would be a good time to stop reading this post.

So as it turns out, I really didn’t want bigger boobs. It’s not like I had miniature melons or anything – my 34 B’s were perfectly good. But it seems like we always think bigger is better. Well, thanks to the miracle of breastfeeding, I now have the long-sought-after bigger boobs and I’ve decided they aren’t all that.

All of my shirts, especially those button-down kind which would nicely hide my slightly rounder post-pregnancy belly, are too tight in the cha-chas. And that safety pin I once used to politely smooth that gap between buttons (a problem that you’d think the fashion designers could have solved by now) didn’t stand a chance! That thing popped open so fast I imagined certain death from a pin-prick to my heart!

My sympathy also now goes out to all those naturally-well-endowed women who rightfully hate jogging. There is not a sports bra in the world that makes it comfortable.

To top it off, my friends are telling me that once I stop breastfeeding, the twins will not only lose their once-beloved perkiness, they’ll be smaller than they were before. Smaller. How does that even make sense?

Finally, for my husband who probably thought, “Sweet, the funbags are bigger!” - forget it. Just when he thought Christmas came early, he’s not allowed to touch the new toys because they’re “working boobs” now.

So to my new-but-temporary bigger boobs: thanks for nothing.

--Anita