A baby’s smile just melts your heart, and Mattie Sue is one smiley little lady. She was born on March 30, and Mom and I don’t fight often but we are definitely in disagreement over how old Mattie is, which is crazy because we were both in the room when she was born.
My thought is that if she is born on the 30th, then every month is another notch in the stick, so you don’t count the actual weeks. If she happens to get a few bonus days, then better for it. She is a bit short so far, so a few days will help her out.
One of the reasons that this is such a hot button topic in our house is because Mattie Sue rolled over for the first time last week. She sleeps on her stomach and when I picked her up from her crib at 4 a.m. for a bottle she was face up and screaming at max decibel level.
I shouted with surprise and joy, and my immediate reaction snapped her out of her moment and made her giggle. I also woke up the rest of the house with my pure excitement, which wasn’t quite as well received as I thought. Despite the interruption of sleep we were all incredibly happy with the memorable moment.
I immediately came to the conclusion that our 3-month-old baby is going to be the next Carli Lloyd. Mattie Sue is undoubtably gifted, a sure ringer as an Olympian.
Mattie really is growing at the pace of an Olympian, and all of this is incredibly distracting. My ability to focus is now challenged on all levels. Bob Lonsberry stopped in the office while broadcasting live for his 1180WHAM show. I greatly respect and admire Bob, not only as a journalist but as a father. As Mr. Lonsberry interviewed me holding my daughter in my arms, I completely botched the interview. In the delusion of happiness of holding my smiling baby I think I said that Democrats were welcome in Livingston County and that Buzzo looked good in his bath robe at the Teddy Bear parade. It was such a debacle that I don’t have the heart to listen to the podcast. The point is that I’ve been bragging that my 3-month-old daughter might actually be 4-months if you count the weeks.
I won’t pad Mattie Sue’s stats, I’m just going to relish every mark along the way. One thing is for sure, it’s been the best 16 weeks of my life.