Well, after making my last attempt yesterday (I've officially given up), I thought I would share a photoessay on the subject of why we don't have naked sleeping newborn pictures. In Kate's world, "naked" is synonymous with "awake," and that's just how it's going to be! (And trust me, I've tried everything—space heaters, warm rice bags under her, nursing just before we do the pictures, letting her sleep naked under just a blanket and then trying to take off the blanket without waking her up, and playing sleepy lullaby music while shooting. No dice.)
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She starts waking up as soon as I make a move to unwrap the blanket:
And gives me a minute or two of sleepy eyes and back-arching (her preferred way to wake up).
When I turn her on her stomach, she decides to eat the ruffle fabric to console herself for being so rudely awoken.
Waking up for Kate right now involves a great deal of stretching (you may notice the fact that in 75% of my pictures, her arms are over her head—when she's awake, she's almost always stretching out!), grimacing, and funny faces:
And, of course, copious amounts of yawning:
And rubbing of the eyes.
"Mom! Now I'm awake so it's time for food! Why are you just waving that thing in my face and not feeding me?"
She's briefly distracted from her impending meltdown by one of her BFFs of the moment, our oversized wall clock (she is seriously in love):
And then, after the fuss works its way out, temporarily consoled by a reunion with her beloved binky:
But when I take the binky out, we're back to "MOM! Food, okay?!"
With a brief interlude of more stretching (yes—being stretched out like this is her favorite position) and grimacing:
Until we reach straight-out "MOM! GET THAT THING OUT OF MY FACE AND FEED ME!"
And Mom finally complies.
. . . . .
And that, my friends, is why you won't be seeing sweet "naked sleeping newborn" photos of Kate anytime soon. Sweet photos, yes. Naked photos, yes. Sleeping photos, occasionally. But not all three of those factors together!
Still, I have to admit—these pictures of my spunky little girl are even cuter, in my humble opinion, than if she was tractably sleeping in a basket.
P.S. If it were possible to die of cuteness, I think these pictures would do me in.