My Two Month Old Cupcake

And what a difference 8 weeks can make. My delicious daughter, Michaela, is a delight to our family. Her sisters can't get enough of her and Sam and I are completely enchanted. We love the newborn baby stage, it is a shame it goes by so quickly. Olivia is the proud recipient of many smiles and grins from Mika. It has been neat to see Olivia become so capable at scooping her up and bringing her to me if I take too long to get to her littlest sister. Sam is faring incredibly well despite the increase of drama and
volume--of course with the extra emotion comes much more love for daddy. The girls sure love their father. And for good reason, he adores them. We took them all the Sam's work Christmas party when Michaela was 5 wks old. He was so excited about showing them off. He turned 30 in December, that number being significant because that is his paternal "score". 3 girls, 0 boys. Here are some memories from the last 8 weeks of Michaela's life.

Mimi and Poppy came to visit 5 days after Michaela was born. Olivia and Maia went on many dates with their grandparents and bonded quickly. This is my dad and Maia playing. Maia thought it was fun to get a closer look at one another thru the purple tutu.
My parents holding their third grandchild and granddaughter. Have I mentioned that I am still the sole grandchild producer for them, so far? My sisters have plans to change that but we shall see. If they don't get busy soon, then I will be done before they start. Will that make me old?

Mimi and her grandjewels ;)

Sam's 30th Birthday Cake--gotta love cookie dough ice cream cakes from Baskin Robbins!

Sam's Current Paternal Score: Girls-3, Boys-O. Any bets for the next decade?

Olivia and Michaela before Mika's debut at church

My little creamy babies on Christmas Eve

Two month old Michaela--The Cupcake :) Delicious isn't she? Don't ya love those cheeks? We are not quite used to babies with chubby cheeks. A few days after she was born, I woke in the middle of the night, looked at her face and was startled. In the dark room, it looked like her cheeks were swollen from an allergic reaction and my heart almost stopped. Then I realized that her cheeks were just chubby. Every once in a while, I wake up with the same reaction only to remember that I am blessed with a cute baby with yummy, full cheeks. They sure get their share of kissing, that is for sure.