Maybe you know by now that I am somewhat obsessed with photographs of my angels. With Maisy being our last, I feel even more of a tug on my heart strings with each passing stage or phase. Here are her stats:
She is 19 lbs 13 ozs, 28.75 inches. She's fallen off of her curve a bit for everything, including head circumference, so they want me to feed her a diet high in fat. That sounds like fun! Can I play too?
This baby is constantly hungry, unless she's not, in which case she will throw at you whatever you have given to her. She squawks loudly at you until you give her exactly what she wants. She doesn't like to sleep, and will only do so begrudgingly, and in short increments. She still gets up to nurse every 2 hours (even at night time) and her longest nap ever was about 2 hours. She's obsessed with water and ice, and I frequently catch myself wondering if she is diabetic. I wondered this about my other children too, so I think it's more a sign of my propensity to worry than it is a sign that she is actually diabetic. She insists on being carried everywhere we go, unless she refuses to let me hold her and screams loudly until I put her down. When I put her down, she currently prefers walking over crawling. However, if she needs to get somewhere quickly, she will drop to her knees and crawl as fast as she can. She hates wearing shoes, and loves chewing on socks. She has chronic ear infections and I worry she will be more like me that previously hoped. She is a bundle of cuteness, a firecracker for sure and I wouldn't trade an ounce of my spitfire, Maisy Grace, for anything. I love her to the moon and back.
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