The magic number

Alice is six weeks old today. What is it about six weeks that everything is supposed to be better? When I was pregnant everything I heard or read about talked about the magic six weeks. By six weeks, breastfeeding would be going smoothly. By six weeks, baby should be smiling. By six weeks, we can resume *ahem* other relations. By six weeks, baby should have settled into somewhat of a daily routine. Never mind 5 weeks 6 days, six weeks is where the magic happens.

We played Hide and Seek with Elsie tonight. It was rather hilarious. Alan would run and hide while I counted with her. When she found him, she would yell "Elsie's turn" then run to hide in the same spot. If Alan would take too long finding her, or ask "Where did Elsie go?", she would pop out and say "Here she is!".

Our workouts have been going pretty well. On good days we manage to get them in while Elsie is napping. On every other day Elsie has to workout with us. On cardio days she runs around in circles getting in the way of our kicks or leg lifts, knocks us off balance, or climbs on our backs when we're on the floor. Push ups are hard enough without adding another 25lbs... On weight training days she "works out" with her water sippy and mimics our grunts and groans. Oh well, at least we're doing something.

Alice is doing really well at night. I normally put her down about an hour or so before Alan gets Elsie ready for bed, so she's usually asleep when Elsie goes to bed. They've done really well being in the same room together. I was really worried about them waking each other up all night, but I think we've only had that happen once or twice. Most of the time Alice wakes up around 2 and goes back down in her crib until 5:30 or 6 when she gets up to eat again. We have a harder time getting her to go back to her crib then, so she usually ends up in our bed until Elsie wakes us up around 7 or 7:30 (8 on a good day).