This has been a pretty big week for little Vivian.
On Sunday she rolled from her belly to her back. Of course, she hasn't done it again since and there's no video proof of this.
On Tuesday she turned three months old.
On Wednesday she giggled for the first time and got some upgraded sleeping arrangements. She had outgrown her little bassinet and had to be moved up to her bassinet in the play pen.
She's had a busy week.
It's so funny to see how quickly she changes - and how suddenly she'll do something new. It really does help to make up for all those long days and nights I have with her.
This has been a bit of a rough week for me. The weather's been crappy, I'm brokety broke broke broke, there's so much that I want to do but Vivian continues to be her challenging self. Last weekend she seemed to be having a growth spurt - eating every 2-3 hours during the day, waking up every 3 hours at night. It was like having a newborn again. She also still needs constant interaction. She's not happy to just play on the floor with some toys, she wants me to hold her and play with her. She always wants to talk to me, stare at me, climb on me. It's nice, but exhausting. I feel terrible, but I often have to just put her down and let her scream so I can get something, anything accomplished. She's not one to "cry it out" either - she'll scream and scream and scream for 15, 20 minutes with no signs of slowing down before I give in and pick her up again.
Anyway, it's been a bit of a rough week.
But then she giggled.
Totally out of the blue, while we were playing on the couch, she just giggled at me.
And suddenly, things seemed better.