Sophie at ten weeks
Sophie begins her tenth week tomorrow. A minute ago I watched her down four ounces of milk in one sitting (only last week her norm was half that). Luna and I have remarked on how much visibly bigger she is everywhere. Her hands measure 2.5″, wrist to fingertip. Her little feet, once “chicken nuggets,” are almost 3.5″. She’s long now (in my mind, a baby won’t have “height” until she can stand). Seeing her at full length, stretching out after a nap, is positively weird. I suspect she has the slender-tall genes that run through Luna’s side of the family.
For a week or two now, Sophie’s been intentionally bringing her fist to her mouth. She’s discovered the pleasure of sucking on knuckles. And just the other day, I caught her deliberately staring at one of her fists, a look of amazement in her eyes.
She has tears now, too. Oh, she’s had them, tiny droplets. But today I took a little too long to warm her milk and she started bawling; when Sophie got to latch on, I saw an actual snail’s trace glisten from eye to ear. Her eyes were pink, her lashes wet.
We’re lucky. Sophie’s a beautiful little imp. She’s a happy baby, too, bright-eyed and remarkably alert. She’s everything we’d hoped for. We just can’t stop adoring her; cannot stop loving her, this gift. I’m so happy that I can be home with her: It’s a magical time.
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