Still Kicking at Two Weeks!!!

Alexia is two weeks old, and we're still happy and healthy. Becca insisted that we have a picture on the blog with me in it. What does she think I am, the father? Sheesh!

Happy Birthday Alexia!

Well, here she is, just hours after her birth.
Alexia Rebecca Sharp
Born: August 3, 2008 at 5:49 pm
Weight: 8 lbs 12 oz.
Length: 20 inches.

No that is not a typo, she was really 8 lbs, 12 oz. I don't mean to say that she is the biggest baby I have ever heard of or anything, but we were quite surprised that she was so big. Even the doctor was expecting her to be in the 6-7 pound range.










Of course we both fell in love with the little lard bucket right off the bat. I was quite proud that she was definitely the cutest baby in the nursery. I know because I checked when I accompanied her for her first bath.









We found out quick that she definitely did not have underdeveloped lungs. She was very helpful in letting us know how healthy she was. But she also has the cute cries like "Mwuuuu" or "Gnuuu" and even the defined "Waaauuuu"

I have been told that she gets the I'm-going-to-cry-so-hard-that-I-hold-my-breath-until-my-face-is-blue-cry from her daddy.





We told both families that we would accept visitors at 8:00. We expected the grandparents to be there right at 8:00, but we didn't expect to be the night's main attraction. My (Jacob) whole family was eating dinner at my mom's house and so they all just jumped in the cars and came over. Add to that a few from Becca's family, and you have a full house. The rest of Becca's family thoughtfully decided to stagger their visits throughout the next couple of days.






After three long days in the hospital and sleeping in a chair, it was finally time for Alexia to come home. We broke out her outfit that Becca picked out to bring her home in and found that it was almost already too small. At least she got to wear the little booties for 10 minutes before kicking them off, 'cause there's no way she will fit into them any more.









Boy, my girls sure clean up nice. The outfit change seems to have been too much for baby Lexi.

















At home we quickly found out that we were going to have to change her clothes about as often as her diapers--at least until we learned to not move the diaper from under her until about a minute after we opened it.

We also learned that to save her face from her fingernails, we had to put one of the socks--already outgrown I might add--on her hands. She doesn't mind having one sock on, but if we put both hands in socks, she quickly takes them off.




Thank goodness for Grandmas who stay overnight to hold the screaming baby while we recovered from the hospital sleep deprivation. I don't know what we would have done without them.






So, finally, the beautiful mommy gets to hold her beautiful daughter. Her tummy is getting smaller and smaller and the baby has begun to put on some weight. We are all healthy and happy.
















One final picture, because she is so cute and comfortable in her daddy's arms.