Hanging out

Myla got the neatest chair from her Uncle Scott for Christmas. Its a baby papasan and it is so soft. It vibrates and sings songs to her - she really likes it. She just sits there and hangs out and takes in the world. Sometimes, it makes her eyes heavy too. She's got room to grow into it, which is good and soon she will be batting the little bunny that hangs above her. And gazing at that adorable little face in the mirror.

Myla's other favorite place to be is napping with her dad in the mornings after breakfast. They look so cute together, and she still looks so tiny next to him. We went to the doctor today for a weight check, anemia check and oxygen test. She tips the scale now at 5 pounds 4 ounces and the doctor thought that was excellent. She looks good too he says. We will still have the oxygen tank for another two weeks at least. But that's okay, we're getting used to lugging it with us. I think Myla's getting tired of the things up her nose though - she loves to grab onto it while she's sleeping. But we're also getting good at trapping her hands in the blanket when we swaddle her so she can't. See, its all part of the plan...