6 Weeks and One Cold

Hannah is six weeks now. It's hard to believe that it's only been a month and a half since she was born, it feels like she has been part of our family for a lot longer than that.


Her one month appointment went well. The doctor seemed impressed with her health and there were no concerns.

Weight: 10 pounds, 5 ounces
Height 22.5 inches
Head: 14.75 inches


Xander and Josie still love Hannah, so much so that they shared their colds with her. So there were a few nights of rough sleep and holding her while she felt miserable and couldn't breath. It cleared up surprisingly quickly, actually. I'm used to colds lasting weeks with the kids. The hardest part was using saline spray in her nose and sucking out the snot. She threw some big screaming fits when I did that. I did have her sleeping in her bouncy seat at night, that seemed to help her get more sleep than in the crib.


Now that Hannah is better, she's working on growing way too fast. She is doing well at holding her head up. She has 'spaz time' when I set her down where she flails all of her limbs about. Her eye sight is getting better and she is following shapes that walk past her. And she is smiling at people a lot. I'm pretty sure it's not gas because she smiles when her eyes are open and someone is leaning over to look at her. It lights up her whole face and I can't wait to get pictures of Hannah's smiles.

And for those of you who don't live in the Midwest or Eastern US, we had quite the heat wave this past week, 80s for three days in March. I was rather frustrated because all of the 3 month girl clothes we had from Josie were summer clothes and are currently stored in the attic. Who knew we would need them? I made do with onesies on Hannah but eyeballed the attic door more than once. If Chris were around (he's currently in France) he may have had to head up there, so he lucked out.

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Chris took a trip to France late last fall for work and returned with souvenirs for the kids. This time he came back with long sleeved shirts with French phrases.

Josie's was a cream shirt with children wearing shirts that spelled out a phrase. I think it translated to "We are friends." I am going with what Chris told me because I know not a lick of French.

Xander's shirt is pictured here and I was told it translates to something like "I don't like school."

When Chris returned from France's house (where Xander thought his dad was staying) he gave the kids their shirts and told them what they meant. Xander had a look of disbelief and tried to argue that he DID like school. Chris tried to explain that it was a joke and of course Xander likes school. (Chris later told me that he couldn't find another shirt for Xander with French on it and had to settle on this one.)

Xander was having none of this 'joke' shirt. He has worn it a grand total of three times. Two of those times it was the last clean shirt he had.

This past week he was down to this shirt as his last clean shirt and he was nearly in tears about having to wear it. So I pointed out that he had clean shirts in his closet that he could wear, his nice shirts that he wears to church. He immediately brightened up and picked out a polo to wear. He picked shirts out of the closet for the next two days.

So I had a little talk with him that Dad bought him the French shirt and it would mean a lot to Dad if Xander would wear it again. Xander agreed that he would wear it one more time. The next morning he woke up and picked that shirt to wear and when I complimented it he reminded me that it was his last time wearing it.

I take comfort in the fact that he's nearly outgrown it anyway.