Happy Belén camping
I wrote a lot about the fussiness of Miss Belén between six weeks and two months of age so I must report that our little girl has been an absolute joy of late. I don’t know if we just got through the hard stage or what, but nowadays when she cries, you can pretty much figure out why pretty quickly. Generally she is either hungry, pooping or tired. When she is hungry, feed her, when she is pooping, wait it out and when she is tired, jiggle her a bit and she will be asleep soon. And those times when she is awake, WHAT FUN! She follows us with her eyes even from quite a distance. She engages with you. She smiles non-stop. She sticks her tongue out at you after you stick yours out. It is a blast! She gets more fun literally every day! One of my favorites still is when she is breastfeeding and she sort of stops and looks up at me and smiles. I almost tear up each time she does that it is so precious.
I am still not drinking milk so I am not sure if the absence of it in my diet has made a difference. I will probably try and reintroduce it this week and see if there are any changes. I have already added other dairy back into my diet so avoiding just milk is not that difficult.
It is unfortunate that I will have to go back to work now that she is getting to be so much fun. I mean, honestly she has been fun from the start but she is just now becoming aware of things which makes it seem like she is having fun now as well. I honestly feel like I am cutting down on all of the activities we were doing outside of the home because I am starting to feel like our weekday time together is limited and it does make me sad. I am not ready to think about working again quite yet but I feel that day rushing towards me quickly. 
It is funny because when I first had her I was so concerned with not falling into the typical new mom pitfalls like not showering nor putting on make up because of being all-consumed by the baby and I would make sure to do each of those things each day. Two and a half months later I don’t really care about proving I am still “put together” despite just having a child. If you knocked on my door, most days you would find me in comfortable clothes, hair in a ponytail, no make up. I guess I just figure what’s the point if I am not going anywhere. Okay, so I probably do need to get back into society before I slide down hill too much more. 
I think I will start playing the lottery though.
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