Mommy knows that Dada is tired of Sierra crying and Dada not being able to do anything about it. It doesn’t matter if she’s full, or burped, or farted, or had her bum changed. It doesn’t matter if we’re sitting, pacing, bouncing or on the mommaroo (which I didn’t think would help anyways), but Sierra is pretty much always crying. It seems like she is uncomfortable most of the time. However, she feeds to try and sooth herself which has caused to her grow very quickly in this second month of life. I remember having Everett laid straight out on my lap when he was first born. Sierra doesn’t fit on my lap straight out anymore! Our little baby, getting big so fast… but at the same time, not fast enough to get through this phase.
Meanwhile, Everett is a big mommy suck. My alarm clock for the last month has been Everett shouting “Mama!” in various agonizing cries anywhere from 6:15-7am. My favorite is when Sierra is her usual crying self, Shannon goes to try and console Sierra, and thereby her attention not on Everett causes Everett to whine too at the same time.
I’ve been trying not to have let Everett zone out in front of the TV that often, but sometimes, that’s the only way they stop. But it’s a double edged sword because then they want more, and become even more whiny when he doesn’t get to watch “Paw ‘trolls” or “Magic Schoolbus.” Here’s Everett watching cartoons in our bedroom “holding” See-wa.
Everett’s also starting to make faces, and actually smiled for a photo for the first time at Maebyn’s birthday.
I like it best when I’m holding Everett, but talking to someone else, and he takes his little hands on both sides of my face turning my head so I’m focusing all my attention on him, and he tells me things, like he wants a snack. Or for the brief 3 seconds he “snuggles” with me laying on the carpet in the play room. He finds some blow up Christmas decorations scary, and only wants me to poe-poe him to get by them into Gabriella’s house.
For Sierra, she’s best when she’s sleeping, literally sleeping like a tiny baby all cuddled up and comfortable. When I go to kiss her nose, she extends her neck and head like she’s stretching before falling back on my chest asleep again. There are moments when she’s right alert, eyes open wide and starting to coo and make sounds. But like Everett, she doesn’t like to perform.
