I had good intentions to do a whole post on Grace's one month check up, that was 2 whole weeks ago, but it never got done. The long and short of it? Grace is healthy. She weighed 7 pounds 10 ounces, meaning she gained a pound from birth. Her height is 20.08 inches, meaning she grew almost an inch. Her height and weight is in the 25 percentile and her head circumference is in the 50th. That means that if 100 kids her age were lined up, shortest to tallest or lightest to heaviest, she would be #25th in line, with 24 kids lighter/shorter than her, and 75 heavier/taller.I had good intentions to take new pictures of Grace because she is now 6 weeks old (crazy!) but on the day I was going to do it, Grace had her first fever and was just a miserable little baby. She was also having some, um, stomach issues that led to her having, what we refer to as "Luck of the Irish," diapers, if you get my drift.
I had good intentions of cooking my husband all sorts of delicious meals, but wouldn't you know it, we forgot to buy meat on the other side of the border. Cereal, oatmeal, or take out, it is!
Speaking of the border, we had good intentions of getting Grace's birth certificate (finally,) and Ian went all the way across the border to the office, when he found out that he was supposed to bring my passport with him. And then he locked his keys in the car. Awesome.
I had good intentions of cleaning the house, doing laundry, getting rid of that funky smell that exists in our house (any tips on eliminating diaper odor?,) blogging, going grocery shopping, calling my momma, and writing some thank you notes, but, frankly, I never got around to it.
What to they say about good intentions?
Oh yes, they line the path to hell.
Good thing that isn't true!
Despite all that, this week has been pretty good. Plenty of snuggles with my baby and my husband, a little bit of language studying, and ALOT of coffee. A recipe for success, don't you think?