How time flies..

It's amazing that in two days Lucy will be a happy (most of the time) one-month-old.  She had some feeding issues, and not until last week had she reached her birth weight again, but she's growing and changing each day.  Last week she enjoyed two new toys.  First, Andy and I had to buy a swing when we realized that we had no more visitors to hold her when I need to go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, etc.  So, she's now got a lovely, snuggly swing, which she christened with a nasty dirty diaper on the second day.  At least we now know that the wooly seat cover washes well in the machine.  Second, she spent 10 quiet minutes on her activity mat.  It's a comfort that she's slowly expanding her interest in the world to things other than breast milk. 

Saturday Lucy had her first father-daughter outing.  Andy took her on a walk to pick up brunch.  He got lots of "ooo's" and "ahh's" and "God bless you's" from the Armenian grandmothers at the bakery.  Meanwhile, I was able to do a quick cleaning of the house.  I even took a shower and shaved my legs.  Sunday Lucy showed Andy a beautiful grin.  We're pretty sure it was a genuine smile, but we haven't seen another yet.  Maybe this week...