Danica had her 1 month checkup the other day. She is 10.4 pounds and 22.75 inches, which puts her in the 90th percentile for height and weight. Perfectly in proportion, just BIG :)
She's already outgrown half a package of newborn diapers, a pair of socks, and her newborn sized footie pajamas (in which she cannot straighten her looooong legs out). And the newborn onesies are getting snug.
I bet she'll be taller than me by the time she's 12! Boob juice definitely agrees with her. And she's actually sleeping for 6-7 hour stretches at night now, which I understand is quite impressive for such a young beeb.
In other news, I think we're about to give up on the cloth diapers. Sheila's co-workers gave us 6 weeks of a cloth diaper service which supplies prefolds and covers, but they explode everywhere when she craps, I don't like how saturated they get (and stay) against her skin when she pees in them, and I simply cannot do origami on a flailing baby at 6 o'clock in the morning when I can't even see straight from lack of sleep. It's a great concept, but it's just not working for us. It's super messy, and we're not even washing them ourselves.
As you can tell from the pictures, Danica's hair gets super curly when it's wet. It's hilarious. It's smooth as silk when it's dry, but it gets oily fast from everyone touching it.
Also, when I found out that I was having a girl, I swore I would never dress her head-to-toe in pink. But the other day, it happened. I can't help it. She's just SO EFFING CUTE.
Working on a pout!
No, Mom, I'm really not all that amused that I fit in a box.