As Good as it Gets: So this is what they mean when they say "time flies"...

I've learned that when you have a baby the days run into each other. I thought last Friday was Tuesday. I can't believe that Maizey is going to be one month old this week, how is that even possible? It literally seems like we just got home from the hospital yesterday. Not only does time seem to fly by, but my baby seems to be growing bigger each second. Here are the vital stats: Maizey went from 5lbs3oz down to 4lbs10oz, now she is up to 6lbs 6oz--just 3.5 weeks later!!! She was 18.75in and today measured just over 20inches! You know you're a parent when this is the most exciting news you can think of to deliver to your friends and family.

Yesterday the best thing happened: Maizey smiled at me...twice! This is technically too soon for a smile, according to books, but I know this was not a "gas" smile, this was my baby smiling at her silly mama. She did it again this morning. All I had to do was flash her a big smile and talk silly to her and she smiled, and it's the cutest smile I've ever seen.

We also took Maizey to her first movie last week, unfortunately it was Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Kirkland Parkplace offers movies every other Friday morning that you can bring your babies to. They turn the volume down a bit and everyone accepts that babies will probably cry during the movie. But our exceptional baby didn't make a peep. We had a lot of fun, even though the movie was subpar with gratuitous male full-frontal, we plan to go every other Friday through the end of the summer. Ryan's Google calendar is packed full.

We're taking the baby to the cabin this weekend, it will be her first visit to Tahuya. I'm hoping that I can manage away from home. I'm nervous about forgetting something of vital importance--like my hooter hider/nursing apron. But mostly I'm really excited for Maizey to get to experience the most important place in the world to me. I can't wait to sit around a bonfire with her, or to take her on long walks alongside the canal.

As for the rest of us (the dogs and Ryan and me), we stink. It's hard to find the time to shower. And, Louise needs a bath like nobodies business, she's beyond even smelling like dog--what comes after a dog? A monkey? Okay she smells like a monkey. I'm mourning the loss of my waistline, and the loss of a closet full of cute clothes that all I can do now is look at. I'm becoming an everymom who wears stretchy fabrics and rotates the 2 or 3 outfits that actually fit, so that every time you see me there is a 1 in 3 chance you've already seen this outfit and then the chances rise with each subsequent visit. My hair has become more of an obligation than an accessory, and the pedicure I got the week before Maizey came is crumbling away faster than you can say "I'm due for a pedicure." Ryan is doing significantly better than me, he showers more often than I do, and he finally managed to mow the lawn and weed the beds this weekend. I think that our neighbors were getting concerned that if they came to the front door they may have to call the police to report a suspicious, foul odor--now they know we're alive and kickin-ish.

Life is good.

Here are more photos of the worlds cutest baby:

Mama and Maizey