Necessity is the mother of all invention...

I have decided that it is necessary to create a digital archive of our little girl's life. I feel it's easier for family, which is scattered all about, and friends to keep track of our little mutton (one of many nicknames we have for her). So although I am excited about the blog, I worry about not having an actual "baby book". Thankfully, my friend told me about this website that I can go to and create a book, thus fufilling that need to have something "on the shelf" or in boxes to show friends, family, and future generations. 


Gianna was 7 weeks old yesterday and has entertained us with her constant "dove" noises. We affectionately call her Columbo, which means dove in Italian. She has done this since her very first day in the hospital and we have come to cherish it. Travis however, wishes we would move Gianna into her own room at night. The label on the bassinet says, "infants up to 5 months", so I've told him that she's got 3 more months. He laughed. I think he thinks I'm joking.


When Gianna was just 6 days old she started lifting her head and began focusing on our faces. She would follow the sound of our voice with her eyes, eventually turning to look at us. She turns toward loud noises and throws her hands up when she's startled.


At 3 weeks old her umbilical cord fell off and we began contemplating whether she would have an innie or an outie. At 7 weeks we are still unsure! Gianna does "tummy time" each day to help her learn how to push up, roll over, sit up, crawl, and pull to a stand. She enjoys it and rarely ever fusses because she wants to stop.

Three generations making pizza for the first time at 3 weeks.

One of Gianna's greatest developments as of late is her gorgeous smile. Smiling not just because she has gas but because she genuinely thinks what we say and do is entertaining. It's amazing! She loves to smile in the morning, especially after asked if she's ticklish. That toothless grin makes all the long nights worth it.


As we are all aware Gianna looks exactly like her father. From the moment she was born it was clear. She is a beautiful girl version of Travis. Her hair is unbelievable and everyone at the hospital remarked about the quantity of it. As she continues to grow some of my traits have surfaced...she twirls her hair with her finger, something I've done my whole life and she's stubborn, need I say more? Although, with the Italian curse my mom put on me, we could have predicted as much.


Speaking of moms...I don't know what we would have done without my mom here for the first 4 weeks of Gianna's life. From washing clothes and making every meal to just dealing with my crazy hormonal mood swings on a daily basis, she was the reason I was able to cope with being a new mom and the trials of nursing. Travis' mom has been great too. She has come down almost every weekend to help and took Gianna for the better part of a Saturday night, so I could get 4 consecutive hours of sleep! Imagine that?


So from now on I will update the blog as often as Gianna allows me to. We have our 2 month appointment on Wednesday, where she will get some shots...i hope I don't cry. We will also get an updated height and weight among other measurements. Stay tuned...

Leaving the Hospital...Oh no, we're on our own!