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“You know I have finally realize its only 20 years,” my father discussing the joys of parenthood and how quickly it all seems to pass you by. “Course it took me twenty-five years to figure it out.”

Miss Fussypants—Sophia’s nickname during her three week growth-spurt. Thankfully, Nate clued into what was going on before I did. Our sweet easy baby, was suddenly eating ALL the time and only sleeping in short bits. According to the literature I read—growth spurts are important to bring the mothers milk supply up to the growing needs of baby, eating stimulates milk supply. So I’m curious what this growth spurt feels like for her? Is it simply more hunger or does she feel irritable like a teenager? That thought scared me—moodiness in my three-week old? Oh my.

The other day I found an eyelash in her eye, didn’t seem to bother her. I can’t figure out how it could not? But I’m thankful that that’s one cry I don’t have to figure out—the I have something in my eye cry? Oh boy.
Being a parent seems like a very intuitive discovery, a joint venture between Sophia, Nate and myself. Personally I think she is the one training us—maybe that’s parenting lesson #1. It also doesn’t stop when you’re child reaches a certain age—my mother rather frantically called to check up on me after two and a half days of getting my voicemail. It happened to be Sophia’s growth spurt and life as we know it was completely altered, but I appreciated the gesture on her part.