Gianna's Take on the Week

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!

Let me tell you about last week. First off - the week started like any other. I was in my mommy's tummy just hanging out being a good girl. Every once in awhile someone would poke me. I think it was mommy picking on me, but Brech Earl wasn't the gentlest either. I knew it was him because of his loud squeal.

What happened next was bound to happen - I had to be born. Let me tell you, that is an experience. My mommy made quite a fuss towards the end, but Dad was a trooper. He never gave up encouraging Mommy. Then I was born after 8 hours of natural labor, 6 1/2 hours of induced labor and two really good pushes. Everyone suspected I was a girl so no one was surprised, just happy! Oh it was wonderful to be held by Daddy and Mommy. Daddy laughed at my cheeks and thighs. I think I had him wrapped around my little finger right away!! I am going to be a Daddy's girl by the way - just so everyone knows. :)

I met my brothers on Wednesday. I know they all love me so much and think I'm so cute. A girl could get used to this treatment! On Thursday I met some more of my family and came home from hospital. I like our home because its full of love and happy excitement. Honestly, it takes effort to get a good nap around here. Boy oh boy are these boys are loud. Friday I just cuddled with anyone who would hold me. Grandpa and Grandma Bestgen, John, Juliana, Kaylene and Loman all took their turns holding me too. It is so nice to be loved!! Friday afternoon I attended my first Stations of the Cross. I like church and was on my best behavior.

Saturday I had a two day check at the hospital. The nurse borrowed me to show off to the other nurses because she said I looked just like a doll from the store. She said I was perfect. Mommy just smiled and recalled the number of times I got her up in the night. Ha ha Mommy!! Then we came home and went to church. I was getting baptized! I was a typical baby and cried and cried. I did stop crying to taste the salt, but it wasn't all that good. After the baptism I smelled so good. Everyone said it was their favorite smell. Mommy thought it was the closest smell to heaven there has to be here on earth. Then we partied...and partied to celebrate! I also lost my belly button cord. Mommy says that's a good thing, but I don't see how losing anything is good.

Sunday I went back to church again. Not even a week old and I had already been to the church three times!! I was a good girl when my brother Stephen received his First Holy Communion. Everyone was so happy again. Then we came home and partied again. We seem to party a lot around here.

Monday Daddy had to go back to work. I was kinda sad that he wasn't going to be here all day. He did come over and say good bye to me. I was watching Mommy, but when my Daddy starts talking I am all ears. I turned my head, looked him right in the eyes and gave him my first real smile. I wanted it to be special for Daddy. Grandpa and Mommy thought it was wonderful that I gave my first real smile to Daddy. I did miss him, but he did come home later and hold me. I sure do love Daddy!!

Grandma and Grandpa and everyone else had to go home on Monday too. Mommy said we will visit them soon, so I wasn't too sad. My brothers were kinda sad and so was Mommy. I am so glad they came out to see me. I can't wait to meet the rest of my family in South Dakota. Tuesday I was one week old. I was tired so slept most of it. My brothers had a party (see I told you we party a lot around here!) for lunch with ice cream, frosting and sprinkles. No one offered me a bite. It was my party after all!

Mommy says I am a good girl, though sometimes she forgets and calls me a boy. I try not to get upset, but how many times do I have to remind her?! I even tried to potty on her just to prove I am not a boy. I try not to get her up too much in the night. I am even a good nurser. I think Mommy got a pretty good deal.

Thank you for all the nice things you have said about me. Mommy thinks I'm spoiled already, but she doesn't know anything! :) Thank you for all the presents too. I heard Mom tell Uncle Paul that I will probably be a diva because she would have to change my clothes so often to get to wear all of them before I outgrow them. She's just trickin'....

Here's kisses and hugs from me to all of you!!! xoxoxoxoxoxoxo