I don’t know about you, but six weeks seems so much older than five weeks.
Or, maybe that’s just me.
We had a great time celebrating our first Thanksgiving last week with
grandma & grandpa and uncle Michael.
Here is a little recap.
The menu at the Gilbertson household included:
Homemade garlic mashed potatoes
Green bean casserole
Pumpkin pie topped with cool whip and/or vanilla ice cream
The guys fried the turkey while the girls cooked in the kitchen.
It was an awesome day filled with family, food, and football.
Exactly how it should be.
Kenley is changing everyday. She is becoming more vocal
and is starting to “talk” to us a little.
Every once in a while, we see a little smile, but she’s still pretty serious.
We’re starting to develop somewhat of a routine,
“somewhat” being the operative word there.
She eats 7 times in a 24 period, which has been consistent for a couple weeks now,
even though I didn’t realize it until I went back on my app and counted.
(Yes, there’s an app for that, I use the Medela iBreastfeed,
it’s the best, in my opinion).
The times she eats vary each day. It’s still more during the day, so I’ll take it!
We are trying to do one bottle each day and she takes it very well,
she even held it in her mouth with one fist the other night.
I am starting to track her sleeping pattern this week,
so we’ll see over the next couple of weeks how that’s going.
She loves napping in her swing during the day.
Back when I was around 16 weeks pregnant,
I would start to “retire” my normal clothes.
Each day, at some point during the day, I would think to myself,
“this is the last day for this shirt” or “this is the last day for these pants”.
I was pretty bummed about it until I realized how comfy maternity clothes were.
Now… I am starting to say the same things about Kenley’s outfits.
She is slowly moving her way out of her 0-3 months clothes, depending on the brand.
I have started washing some of her 3-6 month clothes that look the smallest,
so we’ll be trying those very soon.
Greg and I were chatting about the last few months of my pregnancy
and I was shocked about how much we are already starting to forget.
I look at pictures and cannot believe I was ever that big (!!). It’s becoming a blur.
Greg then made a comment on how the first few weeks home with her were a blur,
so I’m really going to try to provide more detailed posts each week.
Whether it’s fun stuff she’s doing or just random boring stuff,
we want to be able to look back and read about our time as two, tired, new parents
of an ever-changing, cute little girl.