8 Weeks

Parenthood is a funny thing.  It starts with the honeymoon called pregnancy.  Nine months of dreaming and fantasizing about how great your child will be and how you'll spend countless hours watching her sleep and cuddling her, dressing her up in cute outfits and taking tons of pictures.

Then there is the actual child birth which is even more incredible than you imagined, but... you now have a baby to care for.

No one tells you that initially it feels like the baby's not yours.  That you feel like you're just tending a niece and in a couple of weeks your life will go back to normal and you'll be able to do all the fun things you used to.  That your baby will cry and cry until you get frustrated with her, causing you to get angry with yourself because you're getting frustrated with a baby who can't  help herself.

Suddenly she starts making eye contact with you, perhaps even giving the occasional real smile, spending awake time content.  Your previous indifference begins to turn into like, and before long you find yourself thinking of her while you're at work, anxious to get home to hang out with her.  Soon you realize you really do have the coolest baby ever.

A few of my favorite Blaire-isms so far...

Blaire Bear- not only does "bear" conveniently rhyme with Blaire's name, but it also aptly describes the creature hiding deep within my baby.  When she is waking, she growls and snarls much like how I imagine a bear does when it emerges from hibernation.  WARNING: DON'T WAKE THE SLEEPING BEAR!

Baby One Sock- Blaire CAN NOT keep two socks on her feet.  The fact that socks don't stay on the feet of a wiggling baby is not that surprising to me, what I don't understand is why only one foot?  Never both on, never both off- always baby one sock.  (It also happens with her hands and mittens)

The Cappuccino maker- lets just say that sometimes her south end bubbles and fizzes like a popular drink maker.

The Woodpecker- when we hold her chest to chest, Blaire likes to explore for food by "pecking" at the chest of whomever is holding her.  Actually very annoying, but still cute (until someone gets a fat lip)

Lot's of others, but I won't bore you.

The Bear is waking.  I call this the "stink eye"

Baby One Sock strikes again

Blaire Hefner lounging in her robe