The picture above is another example of what happens when I leave my daughter in the care of Grammie and Aunt Julie. Of course there wasn’t just one.
Here I was thinking that I was getting just under the wire with an hour left to go and I look at the actual date and realize that I am 23 hours LATE. Yesterday was Grace’s 10th month so I’m guessing her warranty is quickly running out. I checked with the NICU and their return policy is onerous at best, so it is a good thing we can’t get enough of that crazy little baby. Tonight I raced home (as much as one can taking two buses and a train) to make sure that I didn’t miss her awake time. My apologies to our friends whose babies keep them up at all hours, but Grace goes to bed early and sleeps past when I have to start commuting, so sometimes I don’t get to see her beyond the baby monitor for 40 plus hours in a row. No fun at all.
I have heard that she is making a new “monster” sound that sounds like an aggressively whispered “rawwwr”. I can imagine that I will spend a few hours this weekend trying to capture that on video. She also is crawling a little in reverse, which the nurse-that-visits-preemies says is pretty impressive. In fact, this month’s visit had the nurse claiming that Grace is now not acting like a her-age-minus-two-and-a-half-months baby, but is now mostly acting her age…which is more than you can say for most of her family (I’m looking at you grandparents).
