Happy Halloween! Miss Paisley had her 4 week checkup today. She now weighs in at 9 pounds, 15 ounces, and is 22 1/4 inches long. That's the 90th percentile for height-looks like she takes after her mother in that department. 

I just couldn't resist. 

Check out the finger. She's already posing just like her father poses for every picture. 

We tried to deter Petunia from sleeping in the bouncer by turning it on vibrate, but she still enjoyed it. 

Charles did this, not me. 

more curls 

Paisley has really curly hair when it's wet. I tried to get a cute picture of it, but it's hard to see how curly and cute it is. 

In her boy outfit. 

I thought that this would make a really interesting photo, until I looked at her image in the mirror more closely. 

In her jungle gym. She's a little too young to figure out how this works. 

The cutest ear ever. 

Charles enjoying both of his new toys: his daughter and the camera. 

We went to a pumpkin patch the other day so that Paisley could meet her cousins, but she didn't pay much attention to them. 

Sorry about the cleavage shot. 

Cowboy pj's 

Meeting Grandpa Bartholomew 

Making monkey faces with dad. 

Scratching 

She actually kinda likes her bath, although she doesn't seem too happy in these pics. 

This was right before she pooed (or is it poood?) all over everything. 

More cats

Checking stuff out 

Achoo! 

Cats in the cradle...

Charles didn't understand at first why I wanted the cats locked out of the baby's room and our room at night. I don't mind them in our room during the day, but I'm always afraid we'll wake up one day with Petunia and Paisley sharing the cradle.

2nd day home

So far, this baby thing has been pretty easy. She likes to eat, and then sleep. I've been having to wake her up at night to eat, then she tends to go back to sleep. Charles has been getting a full night of sleep (as long as I'm not too noisy), and I actually get quite a bit as well. She's really not much of a crier, and seems to be pretty content most of the time. Now that I've written this though, she'll probably turn into the baby from hell.

One of the things that really bothered me in the hospital (actually, the only thing-the staff was wonderful and attentive, the facilities amazing. There was even a double bed in the recovery room so Charles could stay with me at night) was how the nurses in the nursery kept talking about how BIG Paisley was. She's really not that big, just long. For instance, look how her newborn onesie is falling off of her. 

Can someone who has either had a baby or knows a lot about it please explain to me why my feet are so fat? They never even looked like this when I was pregnant!