Oh Happy Day

I took today off (comp time from this past week and weekend) to spend at home with Emma. It's been a good day. She actually had a 7-hour stretch last night...she went to bed around 10 and slept until 5. I was thrilled! I went to bed by 11 last night, and I guess was snoring, so when I woke up to get Em at 5, I noticed Jon wasn't in the bed. He had moved to the guest room. We got a new mattress set a year ago (almost exactly, in fact) and it already has "body grooves" in the spots where we each sleep. So, to try to help even things out, when I went back to bed after feeding the Peach, I moved to the middle of the bed to sleep on the hump.

When Em was born we decided we needed to purchase additional life insurance. To get the coverage we wanted, we're required to do the "insurance physical." A lady came to the house this morning to get a urine sample, to draw blood, and to ask a slew of questions. Yuk. Glad it's over with!

Once she left, Emma got a bath (oh, how I love bath time!) and then ate. Must have worn her out, because she didn't stay up for very long after that. She was down for a nap before noon, and I also climbed back into bed. We both slept for over 2 hours. Mmmm...felt good. While we were sacked out Jon did grocery shopping and then went to see the movie 300. I'm so glad he likes to shop. I consider it drudgery. He came home to find Em and me upstairs on the bed, playing with her rings and a teether bunny.

Every day our little girl gets stronger. I took a few pictures today of her during "tummy time". She does a GREAT job holding her head up and I anticipate she'll start rolling over sometime soon. Wendy thinks Emma is going to be a great "tantrum-thrower" because of how she digs her feet into whatever she's on and arches her back. Hmmm.

Last night I had to teach a class at the church and Jon had youth group, so Emma was in childcare. She was supposed to eat at the same time we were both occupied, so Jennifer, one of the gals in the infant room, tried to feed her a bottle. Said Emma took 2 sucks then went ballistic! I guess she was just so tuckered out from the day that all she wanted to do was cuddle. Jennifer spent the rest of the evening rocking Em while she slept. She was still in that position when I came to retrieve her at the end of the night. The sight was heart-melting. Jennifer, who has 5 children of her own, commented that "Mommy must be proud of Emma's little thighs....good breast-fed thighs." Apparently babies who breastfeed put weight on different areas than formula babies. Anyone else heard of that? It was news to me.

This is turning into a novel, so I'll stop for now. Look for new photos tomorrow.