Getting bigger, and kisses

Our tiny peanut is becoming less tiny!

OK, she's still smaller than the doll (whom Cora named Duckie as well), but at her two-week checkup Tuesday, she weighed 7 pounds 7 ounces! Normally the professionals want to see newborns back up to their birthweight within two weeks, and our Violet shot way past her 6 pounds 10 ounce birthweight.

She also grew two inches, to 21 inches, if the nurse got the measurement correct. It's a little hard to imagine that she grew that much in two weeks...
Compared to other baby girls her age, Violet's weight put her in the 22nd percentile, and her length was at the 76th percentile. Her 19-inch birth length was in the 33rd percentile.
Dr. Brockett said she looked beautiful and healthy.

Another big-girl sign - Violet's cord stump fell off Friday. Sleeping wise, we've been going to bed around 11, and she wakes up once or (usually) twice before 7 a.m. Now that nursing's going well, it isn't too bad to wake up with her, since I can bring her into bed to feed and go to sleep while she's nursing.

Cora and I visited Juliana and Maya on Monday, and the girls had a great time playing in the back yard.

Two Cora tidbits - when she is blown a kiss, she likes to catch it in her hands and then eat it.
And when we put her to bed, she now likes to name a number of kisses and huggles for us to exchange before we can leave.

This started several nights ago, when I kissed and hugged her good-night, and left, and 10 minutes later or so, she called out, demanding more kisses and hugs. So the next night, I asked her how many she wanted, and said that would be what she got, that I wasn't returning later. She said, "One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Six-Seven-Eight. I want eight kisses and huggles."

From then on, the number has increased, and she always counts out every number. It worked well for a few nights, until last night, when after we went through the routine, a half hour later she called out, demanding more kisses from me. I refused, not wanting to drag bedtime into the 10 p.m. hour, and Stace and I heard her for quite some time, yelling, "TWELVE! I want 12, Mummy! Twelve kisses and huggles!"