Sometimes, judging happens.: One month . . . one week late

So apparently the one month update didn't happen. Take a one month + one week update instead.

Milestones:
-Marie tolerated tummy time on the floor for a grand total of seven minutes. Once. For the most part, tummy time is spent laying down on my chest. Which is not really going to help her learn to roll over or crawl, so I suppose I ought to put her on the floor more often. Alas.
-At three weeks, we introduced Marie to the pacifier. At first, her expression was akin to "what the heck are you doing to me?" Now, she happily takes the pacifier most times she's fussy. She isn't very good about keeping it in her mouth, though, much to her frustration.
-Since I'll be going back to work on Monday (cringe), we decided we ought to introduce her to a bottle, as well. She takes it readily enough, though she does dribble milk all over herself.
-We took her on her first road trip the day she turned one month old. We visited Jacob's family in Arizona. She was more or less a dream in the car: sleeping most of the time, taking a bottle when she was hungry, and refraining from throwing up. However, this leads to the next milestone . . .
-Having her first blowout in the car and subsequently getting cleaned up in a gas station. Jacob and I rate how messy her diapers are by how many wipes it takes to clean up. Jacob, who had the misfortune of being the one to clean up the blowout, rated it as an "eight or nine wipe job" -- the highest number yet!
-She threw up for the first (and second) time at a location other than our apartment when we were staying at my mother-in-law's house. Of course, the first time was the first night we stayed there, and it was all over the sheets of the bed while I was trying to burp her. Awesome. There may or may not have been tears involved.
-She slept for a four hour stretch one night during our visit in Arizona, which is the most sleep I've gotten in one time since her birth. It was glorious.
-Marie has started to make happy noises on occasion. She's also smiles more frequently, which I love. I still can't determine whether they're actual social smiles or not, but her eyes crinkle up, so maybe they're genuine.
-We moved her up to size 1 diapers after several days in a row of leaking out of her newborns, including when she was being held by my sister-in-law Carly. She really knows how to win people over.

Current likes: Being held, sucking on her pacifier, listening to singing and nursery rhymes, baths, eating.

Current dislikes: Getting her nose suctioned out, tummy time.

Nicknames:
Snuffleupagus/Snorter, because her nose seems to be congested all the time. (We finally bought saline drops yesterday, which seems to have helped some.)
Stinkies, because Jacob wants to give her a complex.
Sir Toots-a-Lot, because baby girl gets gassy. I'm sure one day she'll really appreciate the fact that I've documented this little detail about her.

Songs I didn't anticipate she would hear, but that either Jacob or I have sung to her:
-Call Me Maybe
-Bohemian Rhapsody
-Bicycle Race
-Wrecking Ball
-Pretty much any country love song that comes to mind

Other odds and ends:
-She's getting better about holding her head up for short periods of time.
-I can usually get her to burp in just a couple minutes now, as opposed to ten or fifteen. I don't know if this reflects more on her abilities or mine.
-Almost immediately after burping, she tends to get the hiccups, which leads to more spitting up.
-Also, she spits up almost every time we change her diaper -- it doesn't matter how long it's been since I've fed her. We try to drape a burp rag under her chin while we change her diapers, but since she turns her head to the side and moves around, she often ends up with spit up in her hair. Lovely.
-In her first couple weeks of life, we thought she hated being swaddled because she would flail her arms and legs and scream, so we started leaving one arm out of the swaddle. Turns out she was just getting overtired. Once we started getting her ready for bed before she hit her exhaustion point, we were able to swaddle both arms again, with pretty good results.
-Most people who see her comment on her hair. I don't know if I'll even recognize her if she becomes bald. Well, I suppose I would, since I doubt all her hair would fall out at the exact same moment out of my view. (And if it does, I suppose we'd have bigger problems to worry about than her sudden baldness.) On another note, all of this hair is wasted on a momma who has no idea how to style hair. I've tried putting headbands in her hair a couple times and it always ends up looking foolish because her hair sticks up in all directions around the headband.