Update on the small, spazzy, giggly version of us.

So I don't want to jinx myself, but this is the second day in a row that I've put Anya down for her afternoon nap in her crib without any fussing. Granted, she wakes up about every hour - at least - requiring me to put her pacifier back in. But as soon as she has it, she rolls over and crashes back out. Which is way better than screaming until I pick her up. Which was happening for about a week or so there. Which is when I made the decision to switch her to the crib because she had gotten to the point where she screamed in the swing, too, so the days of using it to trick her into nap time had ended. This pacifier thing is still happening at night, too. Sometimes she'll go over a week without waking up once. And then she'll have a week or two of needing it at least two or three times in the middle of the night. And some nights we feel like, between the two of us, we're up every hour to replace the pacifier. It's getting ridiculous. She used to be a champ about going to sleep and staying asleep. Maybe her ability to self soothe is on the fritz? I'm not sure exactly how we should go about repairing whatever damage we've probably done by jumping up every time she whimpered for the first couple of months of her life when the reflux was in full swing and making her so constantly miserable that we just wanted to make her feel better at all costs. Part of me is just hoping that it has more to do with teething, or at least the gum pain that is usually the prequel to actual teething, and that she'll outgrow it with time.

Other than that she's adorable pretty much all of the time. If I took photos every time she was being cute, I would need to buy another SD card for my digital camera. She's laughing so much more than ever before, and her adorable smiles when I peek into her crib in the morning make my heart melt in an instant. She was totally worth this 10 extra pounds I can't seem to lose and almost four hours of labor that went so quickly my epidural didn't have time to kick in completely. She's that awesome. Most of the time. Her eyes have turned into an exact duplicate of Ryan's, which kills me when they're sitting on the couch together and both turn to look at me at the same time. I think my heart explodes a little every time that happens. She is rolling around like crazy, though she still hasn't figured out how to get on her belly from her back or vice versa. She just lays on her side and kicks her legs to turn herself in different directions. Sometimes when we go to get her in the morning, her feet are where her head was when we put her down for the night. It's mildly entertaining and a lot frustrating because she gets out of her blanket and wakes up cold sometimes resulting in several of the pacifier replacements required in the night along with being tucked in all over again. Crazy baby.