To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of people;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;


To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived

This is to have succeeded.

-Bessie Stanley & Ralph Waldo Emerson


Thursday, June 9, 2011

Observations

Joe here. Until recently I was unaware that I could contribute to this blog, but I guess the title - the lindquist two - should give it away. Really, it should be "the lindquist three" now. We'll have to get on that.

People keep saying how fast these early years go, how quickly babies grow up. So, I thought I should write down my impressions of Sonja as she grows. Up until Monday, it had been a whirlwind from the hour Katy went into labor. This week, with the friends and relatives come and gone, we have finally gotten to enjoy Sonja at home ourselves. (Mind you, it was wonderful having the family and friends around. We have great people in our lives. They are encouraging, pleasant, humorous, and they brought us delicious food.)

When Sonja was born, she was so tiny! Her nose was flat, her ears were like wads of crumpled paper, and all she could do was suck, cry, pee, poop, and sleep. Now she is moving her head around. Now she knows that she can suck on her hand when she gets hungry or needs soothing. Now she sleeps up to 4 or 5 hours in a row! She hasn't gotten much bigger, but when we put on the outfit she came home from the hospital in, she filled it out more.
The most fun new development is her alert states. She looks around, her eyes are big, and she has all these crazy facial expressions. It's like she hasn't learned how she's supposed to configure her face yet, so she does exactly what she feels like. Her brow furrows, and her eyebrows lift. Or her forehead will be relaxed, but her mouth is shaped in a perfect O. When her diaper is dirty, she starts looking like she just smelled the bastard child of stinky cheese and old, unwashed gym socks.

She still can't hold her head up, crawl, or hold herself up. But I'm in no hurry, and I hope she isn't either. I just want to enjoy every day.