Well, she's actually 8 weeks today but let's reverse for a moment. Most days I feel like I'm on a treadmill or better yet, a hamster wheel. I'm running running running but not really getting anywhere. Drop offs and pick ups from preschool, in and out of three car seats a zillion times a day, vacuuming up enough golden retriever hair every day that could produce three generous sized fur coats and still finding time to feed sweet little Miller every three hours. She is another really "good" baby. We are lucky people. She eats well, poops well, smiles a lot and sleeps great too. We finally hired a cleaning lady and I have to restrain myself from kissing her when she comes to the door. So far, let me bite my tongue, the transition from two to three has been easier than from one to two. Welcome to our crazy, Miller Louise.
10 lbs 75th percentile
20.5 in 25th percentile
head circumference 36 cm 20th percentile
There's that curious little swirl smack dab in the middle of her forehead. She is so going to curse that when she's older.
Poppop snatches her up every chance he gets. These girls are new to him after having three sons and many nephews.
We celebrated Mac's grandmothers 90th birthday on New Years Eve and we also celebrated 7 hours of straight, uninterrupted sleep.
The entire Johnson clan came to Charleston to celebrate their matriarch:)
Just like her sister at this age. Holding her head up like she was born that way and preferring to stand rather than lay in your arms.
A trip to the Yorktown ship on another beautiful January day. We are lucky to call this city our home.
She's usually held all day, which she prefers. Either strapped to my chest at the park or grocery store or in one of our eight arms. She lives life on the go. Naps in the car, naps in the stroller, meals in the car. It's her life and she's adapted well.
Little mini Mimi!!!
She's 'cooing' and making the most delicious little noises now. I could swear that she turns into a baby dinosaur after her 4 am feed. Making it very difficult for us to fall back to sleep.
Grunt grunt snort snort
And proof that I gave birth to Maryn again...
I could play photo shoot ALL day!
And then she was done.