We survived week one!

So, Bella is a week old. It makes me kind of sad. I wish she could stay this little forever. At the same time I'm excited for her to be old enough to get excited about things like zoo trips, ice cream...you know.

I hope I'm not counting my chikens before they hatch, but, she's a pretty easy baby. She never cries. She's got a pretty good routine going as far as eating and sleeping are concerned. She's just the happiest little girl. I love watching her face when she hears new sounds. Her eyes get so big and she draws her mouth into a pucker. She loves listening to music. So far we've experimented with: Brahms, Norah Jones, Twilight soundtrack, hymns on strings and Andy Williams christmas album. She's definitely starting to look more like Joe. Nose and all. We joked before she was born that she'd be good as long as she didn't have the Wilcox nose. Poor kid. We have a lot of fun together. I thought I would be stir crazy staying home all day by myself but it's not so bad. I'm actually pretty busy. I have a million projects that I started over the last year and am determined to finish them all.

It's been a pretty eventful week though despite my easy going bambina. I've learned some critical lessons that they don't tell you in birth class:

1.Baby poop has the same force as rocket missiles. I was changing Bella at 3 am and she literally shot poo across the room. I tried to catch it in my hand. (I know genius) It splattered all over me, the bassinet and the bed.

2.No matter how many times you look yourself over before leaving there's always a spot of spit-up, pee or poop somewhere on you! I was making pumpkin bars early one morning and discovered I didn't have any pumpkin. So, I decided to run to Safeway super fast and just threw on some jeans leaving my PJ top on. As I was walking into safeway I looked down and saw a huge streak of baby poop all down my shirt! Of course my milk had just come so my boobs are monster-sized and I couldn't even wrap my jacket around me. I felt officially initated into motherhood at that moment.

3.No matter how well you time it babies will always pee or poo the instant that clean diaper is on! I went through 70 diapers in a week!

4.Even a week after delivery you still look like you have a built-in personal flotation device around your middle. I haven't given up hope. Everyday I can pull my jeans up a little bit higher. We're about to the hips right now! Whoo-hoo!

5.Don't try and save money and buy the little box of nursing pads just go for the super value pack. I was at enrichment last week and kept feeling wet. I thought maybe it was fro the rain outside, that it had gotten on my sweater. As the evening continued I started to feely really wet. I thought Bella had leaked through her diaper onto my shirt. When I got home I discovered I had leaked all over myself. I was so embarassed. I have no idea how many people saw. There was a giant black circle on my shirt.

6. You will pass so much gas the first few days you'll even gross yourself out. Enough said on that one. I never thought I'd give my husband a run for his money!

7. Your hormones will not just be out of whack they will take over! So, Monday day after we got home. We had to go to Wal-Mart. I never realized how LOUD it is until I took my sleeping 3 day old there. I wanted to scream at every person that walked by us. I kept saying to Joe, I can't believe how loud they are, can't they see she's sleeping! Later, I was getting really frustrated because I couldn't find hand sanitizer! Joe said something to me, that I'm sure to the normal non-post-partum woman would've been pretty funny, but to me the sleep deprived hormonal whack job...I started to bawl! Right in the middle of the aisle! I tried to escape down the discount candy aisle so I could cry in peace but it was packed which made me cry even more! Finally Joe grabbed me and gave me a huge hug. There we were in the middle of housewares, me sobbing and Joe probably wondering who the heck he married!

So, yeah it's been wonderful having her home with us. We're totally those cheesy, over-the-top parents that you want to make fun of when you see them. We can't help ourselves. We just love her to death. I love watching Joe with her. I have fallen head over heels for him all over again. Every night when he comes he goes into peek on her (she's almostt always asleep) He sits and rocks her and talks to her about life. it so darling. Whenever she hears his voice she instantly turns her head to follow it. He always has to push the stroller or hold her when we're in public. He's smitten. This is her favorite thing to do with Joe
I call this her fairy princess dress

Isn't she darling!