One Month: Happy Thanksgiving!

Baby Hollie turned one month old the day before Thanksgiving. She is much more like a little person now (instead of just a little eating/sleeping machine), and we really enjoy her chirps, grunts, baby dinosaur noises, and the way she smiles big and giggles in her sleep (but no WAY is she going to smile or laugh when she is awake. She is all grunts and grumbles when she is awake).


We really wanted to go to Houston to see family for Thanksgiving, but we had to make the difficult decision the morning of to stay home. Hollie cried through the night on Tuesday, and there was no way we could make the nine-hour drive with three or four hour-long feeding breaks somewhere in the middle. We were second-guessing our decision until Hollie had two poopy blow-outs before noon--we decided then that it was probably best we weren't cleaning poop out of a carseat somewhere in the middle of Texas. It was still sad not to be able to come, though.

We did get to take Hollie to some friends' house, however, and she was pretty well-behaved. She wore her cute romper handmade by our cousin Jane. I must say, she looked pretty adorable.


P.S. I know this isn't my most eloquent post ever, but what can I say? Sleep-deprivation has given me, among other things, minor aphasia and a delirious sense if reality. We're putting the cereal in the fridge and the milk in the cupboard, if you know what I mean.