In an earlier entry I commented that I couldn't wait to get to know her. Here are some words that come to mind to describe her at nearly 4 weeks old (besides beautiful, cute, adorable, etc.):
Observant. She doesn't seem to miss a trick. While being fed, she spends the entire time watching me intently and can tell immediately if anything is different. The other day I happened to have a Sox hat on for the first time while feeding her. It was as if my skin had suddenly turned green. She gave me this look that said, "what is that thing?"
Auditory. Singing to her is one of the only effective ways I know of to soothe her - except for my pinkie, nothing else will calm her once she's worked up. I think she will love music.
Noxious. This one is self-explanatory. Her business is... wait for it... legendary. Not sure whether she takes after Mom or Dad in this department. Actually I am sure but will not say in the interest of marital harmony.
Insatiable. Oh, she can eat. She might give Kobayashi a run for his money if she could digest hot dogs right about now. One of her little personality quirks is that she likes to eat herself to sleep. At bedtime she insists on a bottle and closes her eyes, and then I basically wait for it to stop moving, burp her and put her down.
Distended. Her little pot belly is fantastic. She is just as much Homer Simpson as Maggie Simpson. And her cheeks are catching up to the belly quick.
Content. She never fusses for the sake of fussing. When she cries, we basically walk down the checklist... hungry? (nope) dirty diaper? (nope) gassy? (yep, there it is.) And as soon as we deal with the problem, back to sleep she goes. We are very lucky in this regard.
Self-sufficient. She doesn't seem to be one of those babies who needs to be close to the action. When she's tired, she wants to go to bed, and doesn't care what's going on around her when that happens. Again, we feel very lucky that she is this way.
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