Real sprouts

Last night did not bring much sleep. Madeline never seemed to settle totally, so our efforts to attain at least a basic operational status lasted well into morning. When we finally emerged from our lair, the rest of the apartment was fully daylit.

Petey had made a nest in the baby basket, and we decided to see whether he'd accommodate an interloper. The answer, surprisingly, was yes.

Madeline was nonplussed.

Petey hopped out after a few minutes. Now holding our undivided attention, Madeline presented a panoply of amusing facial expressions. Here's one:

While Summer took a shower, I tried giving Madeline some tummy time. She's been doing so well lifting and holding her head up lately that I wondered whether she'd made more physical strides. It turns out the answer is yes: she rolled over from front to back! Given that the proverbial "they" say rolling over is normal at 2-3 months, I still can't quite believe it.

After a very late lunch (for us and then for her), Madeline graciously declared her willingness to acquiesce to another walk with a yawn and a pair of steadily narrowing eyes. Noting the sun and the 40+ degree weather, we excursed once again.

Even though she was asleep, Madeline insisted on sticking at least one finger out of her wrap.

Sleep-deprived Summer had elected a return to our friendly neighborhood caffeine-purveyor, the Edge, so that's where we went. Today a few people oohed and aahed over Madeline while we awaited and then sipped our chai (Summer) and mocha (me). Baby stirred a bit but stayed asleep.

On the walk back she put out two fingers.

And we saw lots of real sprouts. Spring is coming!