Yesterday was 7 weeks since Ivy was born. Every day, I marvel at the fact that we made her. I mean, just looking at her, it’s pretty obvious that she is mine and Jon’s child, but it’s still mind blowing that this perfect little being grew inside me.
She is really starting to develop, going from a newborn who sleeps a lot and cries sometimes to an active little baby with a huge personality. Her party trick of the week is to imitate her dad when he smacks his lips, opening and closing his mouth. It is so cute to watch them go back and forth. She is also starting to really vocalize more, making aaaa and mmmm sounds as opposed to just sounds. And the smiles! I think she is beginning to get the hang of having a ‘conversation’ with smiles. She usually greets us with a huge one when she wakes up in the morning.
Speaking of waking up, she has been, for now, consistently sleeping at least 6 -7 hours through the night. Occasionally she’ll wake up in the middle of the night, or get up earlier than usual, but even then she goes back to sleep pretty quickly. She has her long naps throughout the day, but spends more ‘awake’ time with us.
I also noticed that she is just beginning to purposely grab at things beyond her reflex to just grasp something that brushes her palm. She’ll grab at Jon’s bangles or chain when he’s holding her. When she’s on her tummy time mat, which has some toys connected to it by those little plastic links, she will grab at the links and shake them. I’ve also seen her grab at a few of her rattles and the little barking dog that hangs in her stroller. I think when she swats at the toys that hang from her play gym and bouncy chair toy bar it’s still just an ‘accident’ but she’s definitely working towards some hand – eye coordination.
She loves going places and the car ride especially. Her walks in the park in the stroller are also a favorite. This weekend she’s going to have her first trip to the beach – we got her a little ‘sun dome’ tent that’s SPF 50 to keep her sun and sand free and I’m sure she’s going to have a good time. Here’s a picture of her at the 68th Street pier watching Daddy fish (or try to fish with a broken arm)
It has been such an amazing journey so far and I cannot wait to continue it – although I am going to cherish these early moments as I know it won’t be long until she’s starting high school.