You know, the old man that gave the dog a bone? He can roll better than Elsie. She's not quite there yet. She hasn't figured out what to do with her bottom arm.
Here are the latest scoops:
1. Elsie is too strong for the swaddle. I would go in there in the middle of the night to find a naked (diapered) baby with the swaddling blanket in a pile at her feet. She had wriggled and wriggled and kicked it off. And then would wake up because she was cold or because she startled herself. To put clothes on her under the swaddle was to cause her to overheat, so...
2. We started this past weekend putting Elsie to bed in a footed sleeper. No more swaddling. She has not slept as well. And, when I go in to feed her, she's turned every which way but loose. She inches her way around several degrees--45, 90, and 180. It's weird to find her feet where I put her head. She's not particular about it--she goes clockwise and counterclockwise. Or if she goes in one direction, she way over-rotates. Eli says she's chasing after the pacifier. I believe him because it's usually under her head or neck when I go to pick her up.
3. Said sleepers are size 6-9 months that I got on clearance at Target a few weeks ago, thinking I would be able to save them to use in the fall when it gets chilly. They are just a smidge big on her. This worries me. She's not even 4 months old yet! She may outgrow them before 6 months!
4. Eli and I practically elbow each other getting to Elsie's room in the morning (okay, that may be exaggerated) because the first one there gets a load of good morning smiles from Elsie. Melts my heart. She's so happy to see us. (She, of course, doesn't remember me getting up in the night to feed her, so I get no special treatment in the smile department--first come, first served.)
5. This morning, I changed her diaper, put her back in the crib and went and got in the shower. When I got out, I could hear her screaming, but it sounded muffled, so I ran in there, and she had inched over parallel to the side of the crib and had rolled over 3/4 of the way into the bumper and was stuck with her face in the crack between the mattress and the bumper. She was not happy, and I was freaked out. (I imagine our new neighbors on that side weren't happy either as it was just after 6 a.m.) I was only in the shower 10 minutes. I'm thinking about removing the bumper all together, but I'm still contemplating this. Any advice?
And now it's time to go do dishes and pick out what I'm going to wear in the morning. This old woman is ready for bed.