Lydia Log: Day 58

The last few weeks have offered up a few "unscheduled" growth spurts, erratic sleep schedules, lots of smiles and a "nothing serious" cramped neck muscle that requires baby physio and caused only mildly irrational panic in our household. But all is well.

Lydia seems to be much more aware of her surroundings nowadays, and when given the opportunity chooses to stare at the big bright colourful painting we picked up in the DR last year. She is also obsessed with the classical music-playing mobile that hangs over her crib - the batteries in which are essentially dead so the music sounds more evil than relaxing or happy. If Lydia goes goth, we know where it started... unless there's a goth gene that I am unaware of, in which case we should now know why she's totally digging the slowwwwwwww dragging NIN-y robotic Bach tunes. Because of the goth gene, that's why.

She now weighs in at a bicep-busting 11 pounds, can pick up the cat by the tail and - unlike her mother - successfully operate a can opener without swearing. Know that two of those three statements are in fact, lies. Guess which.

In other news, it is Monday and 10 days until Christmas. And life is pretty good.