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One Month...


Lucy, you are already one month old! 

You have been such a joy to our family.  Your big sister loves you immensely.  It makes my heart happy to see the two of you together.  One of her favorite things to do with you is to say, "Hey Lucy!" while she gets close to you and pats or kisses your head.  She also likes to label all your body parts.  (Yes, she has poked you a little too vigorously at times, but you are resilient!) 

You are a good baby and are easy-going (much needed in our type-a family).  I hate to write this out of fear that I might jinx myself, but you've been sleeping through the night for the past few days.  Yay for mommy!  I remember your sister eventually establishing her own schedule and patterns and you've done the same, just a little earlier than I expected.  (Again, I am a-okay with that!)

You are still fitting well in newborn clothes and newborn size diapers.  You weigh 7 pounds, 4 ounces and you've grown over an inch and a half since you were born.  (That was at your 2-week appointment...you are even longer now.)  You are doing well with eating and haven't shown an allergy signs like your sister as of yet.  We are praying it stays that way!

We are so glad you are here!

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