i(Phone) Spy: Month One - Emery

If I were a good mother, I'd have all of the pictures from Emery's first month neatly organized and broken down into lots of different firsts, each of which would have their very own post.   However, given that I only have a few more days until my ladybug is officially one month and I really want to get caught up- that is not how mama is going to roll right now.   Instead, we are going to lump them all into one super post while Daddy holds his princess in the other room.  That gives us about 1 hour to get you all up to speed on the first month.  Let's do it, shall we? 

The first month of life with our little angel has been about how any first-time parent recalls it.  It's been full of late nights, lots of diapers, lots of walking floors and a few tears.  Miss Emery is by no means an easy child but nothing in life that's really worth anything is easy, is it?  The most rewarding experiences are the ones that are the most difficult.  Besides, I was not an easy child and look what a jewel I turned out to be- right Mom?  ;c)  Quite honestly, I wouldn't change it.  I love her to pieces and the moment she smiles at me, the 5 hours we spent the night before bouncing and changing positions and bouncing again are completely forgotten.

I'll go into more detail about some of the specifics of our little miracle when I post her official one month pictures after I take them this weekend.  I also have a couple of other posts in the works in my head before we get to that.  So don't worry - you're going to learn far more than you're interested in learning about our life as of late soon enough.  In the meantime, enjoy this photographic summary of the first month of life for the newly minted Martin Family.

A little awake time with Mama on day two of life at home.   If she looks up to something, it's probably because she is.

I think Daddy is her favorite pillow.

There is not a swaddle on earth this child couldn't escape.  She's at her happiest when her hands are up and out.  I think she wants to be a conductor when she grows up.

I call this one "2 am in a house with a newborn."

If burrowing were an Olympic sport, she'd be a medalist.  Don't worry - we didn't leave her like this.

First trip to the Pediatrician.  Also the first time Mama cried over her little fuss face.  More on that later.

Daddy's hands make an awesome jungle gym if you're less than a week old.  (I have no excuse for why my husband is wearing a Christmas shirt in March).

When putting her in the carseat, you do NOT want to see those eyes open.

First bath.  She has no idea what's coming.

Looking far happier than she really was.  I tried to tell her that one day she would enjoy this, but she really thought I was full of it.

The bath was so traumatizing that her outfit change actually calmed her.  (Thanks for the duds, Aunt Jenn).  It's crazy to me to look back at this because she's worn this outfit since and it fits much better as you'll see in my Easter post.

Had to get a picture of how tiny she is when she's all curled up... because I know soon she'll take up my  whole belly.

First holiday.  First time Mama got to buy a ridiculous outfit that will only be worn once.

Doing her best Irish jig for the occasion.

Lola's reaction to constant crying.

All dressed up with no where to go.  Thanks Aunt Jen!

This picture melts my heart.

I thought we were going to play... This the best you got, kid?

One of my all-time favorites.

When you go to work, PLEASE take me with you.  (Can you tell she's having a hard time not being the only child?)

Precious little feet.

This child sleeps like her Mama.

First time in the moby wrap.  This thing is a lifesaver when Dad's at work.

What, like you've never seen a baby in Uggs before?

Something off in the distance was really, really amazing.

Thanks for my outfit Missouri family!

Look lady.  If you're going to have that camera in my face, I'm just going to lay here during tummy time.

You're still not any better at this whole playing thing.

My little angel this morning.  Ta-da!  We are up to present day.