Update on Princess A-Wee-Wuh

Here is a picture of our little Princess A-Wee-Wuh at one month. Isn't she just a doll? Her first real public outing (Thanksgiving with family notwithstanding) was to our Branch Christmas party. I have to tell you, Gabba was asked to be an angel, and the little girls were invited to be animals. Lucy rebelled and went as an angel anyway (she wanted to be like the big girls in Senior Primary). Eliza went as a sheep, and Yvette went as a butterfly. Because they must have butterflies in Bethlehem, right? It was either let her go as a butterfly, or let her go as Mary's cat. Gabba and her Primary pals begged for me to let Aurora be the baby in the manger during the Primary nativity program, and so she got the honor of standing in for Baby Jesus. It was so sweet, and the girl who was Mary was very gentle and attentive to her, but I don't have a picture.

"A-Wee-Wuh," by the way, is Mark's pet name for her. George has only said her name once thus far, and it came out sounding like "uh-wee-wuh." Mark uses that name for her more than any other. It just might end up being permanent. And yes, she is still wearing blue things, as most of our pink newborn wardrobe is too summery for December. For Christmas, Rorie will be getting mostly clothing.

Also, Aurora's Christmas stocking arrived in the mail yesterday. Hooray! We finally have all of our stockings hanging up together on our mantel. Grandma Cindy knitted a lot of stockings this year. George's also arrived in that same package. I had knitted it (finally!) and Grandma did the stitching for me...still haven't learned that part.

When you get your stocking from Grandma - and you are a baby, not a newlywed - it is quasi-traditional to take a picture...not that we did that for George or Yvy, because they were both two before they got their stockings! But Aurora is still small enough to fit (although all those fat rolls made it a tight fit), so we did:

Gabba and Rorie posing pleasingly...

Look at this sweet baby! Aurora is currently six weeks old, and working valiantly on her chubby cheeks and the fat rolls on her thighs. She is still very easy and mellow, although she currently has somewhat of a cold (maybe from all the adoration at the Branch Christmas party...). It makes nursing a bit of a challenge, and she hateshatesHATES me messing with her wee little nose to clean it out. This too shall pass. At this point, she practically lives in her baby swing, where she just happily naps and naps and naps. I'm enjoying this arrangement while it lasts, because I know there is an expiration date to it!