Thursday, January 1, 2015

month // 1



One month of you sweet Kenzie. We have been blessed this past month to have you join our family. I don't even know where to start. Yep, tears as I write this {and I'm not a crier}. I am in love with you and in love with the way your brother and sister look at you, care for you and constantly want to hold and kiss you. They already are over-protective of you and at the first sign of a cry everly runs to you and says "it's okay, it's okay, ah kenzie it's okay." Then she places her head on you and puts her arms around you to try and pick you up... That's when mom {me} runs over and interjects a little ;)

Your eyes are a very dark blue and your hair dark brown. You've got your mama's nose and daddy's chin. You love being held and are soothed to sleep the best when sucking, however rocking works too (just takes longer). You still won't take a pacifier and sometimes shove your little hand in your mouth. You enjoy your swing for small spurts and most often enjoy relaxing and stretching out on your changing table.

Somehow you created your own routine very early on and mommy and daddy followed your cue. It goes a little something like this:

- bedtime: between 8:30 and 9:30 for 4-6 hours {except last night you did 7!}
- you wake up 1-2 more times to feed
- wake up time is 6:30-7:00 am {just depends when braeden comes in and wakes you up}
- I then feed you and let you chill on the changing table
- you then go in the swing for a 45 minute snooze while I (or your daddy) make your siblings breakfast
- the rest of the day you eat poop and sleep {on repeat} with a little bit of crying mixed in :)

You are still wearing newborn clothes and diapers, but not for much longer.

first outings:

Dr's for your first check up
target
mall
opa and grandma's
starbucks
rb inn for a girls lunch

I could keep writing but you just woke up....love you sweet girl and happy one month!
xx mommy

celebrating new year's eve :: your daddy brought us home these fun accessories. love him.

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