Molly, Molly, Molly, Get Your Adverbs Here

Sweetly. Happily. Insistently. Joyfully. Loudly. Surprisingly. Impatiently. Peacefully. Wonderfully. Brilliantly. Molly.

Molly is turning into more and more of a little person every day. Even as I'm sorry that I'm losing the tiny baby that she was, I'm delighted by the baby that she's becoming. She's such a jolly little soul. She loves sitting with you, looking into your face, and "talking" to you in little coos and ahhs. If you smile at her, she'll give you the biggest, sunniest smile right back as she squeals with glee. She's becoming interested in her toys and likes to bat at the various rattles and rings that are hanging from her (formerly Max's) Boppy Prop and Play. She still loves to be held and I tote her all over the place.

She's sleeping pretty well at night, which is a nice surprise (Max didn't sleep through the night consistently until he was over a year old). Molly is usually in "bedtime" mode by 8 or 9 at night. I feed her before I go to bed and then she usually wakes up and eats one other time before morning. She's usually good about going right back to sleep after her midnight snack. But, there are times when she fusses around in her bassinet and ends up in bed with Mom. I often laugh when I'm getting ready to get into bed, because I'll pull back the covers only to discover a stray burp cloth or pacifier or a lone baby sock under the sheets. You definitely couldn't mistake this for a child-free house -- here there be babies. ;)

Max loves his little sister (even if he doesn't always like her stealing his attention) and I think they'll be great friends. If I bring him downstairs in the morning and Molly is still upstairs sleeping, he'll go look for her. He peeks in the Pack and Play and looks in the swing and asks for her. If you point to Molly and ask Max who she is, he always replies, "It's a baby." He tries to say her name, although it comes out like "M'wee," but usually she's just "a baby." Max will try to give her back her paci if she loses it and will take her burp cloth and pat at her face with it. I guess that makes up for all the times he tries to drop encyclopedias or Baby Tad on her head while she's nursing. ;) But, after all, isn't that what big brothers are for? To protect you from all outside threats, so they can have the privilege of tormenting you themselves!