directly inherited from dad
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Huzzah!
Olympia can now shake hands with Mr. Turtle! Gosh. It wasn't so long ago that her arms were just immobile little sausage links.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Another 'Pendulous Cheeks' Picture
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Sleep Begets More Sleep. Who Knew?
It was 5pm and we should have headed home for her 6pm bedtime but instead we opted for a stroll through the Prudential. Bad idea. Instead of napping in the stroller as we had hoped, she clamored to be amidst all the action and insisted we carry her throughout the mall. When we got home, it took over 2 hours to put her to bed and she continued to wake every 2 hours during the night.
We learned out lesson and I've pretty much been sequestered in the last week making sure she gets her naps. Not really complaining though because there really is not much more beautiful than a sleeping baby.
Family Ties
Plans to settle, decorate, and make it a home are in the works. We've already committed and purchased plants. Baby+plants=Settling. It'll be a huge change from the transient lifestyle I've led for the last five years but I look forward to it. More and more, my sense of family is deepening and it's such a beautiful feeling. More than I could ever have imagined.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Sunday Brunch
Hygiene, Husband, and Hats
First six weeks: 3 keys to my survival
*Hygiene
There are so many things that are chucked out the window when a newborn arrives. Priorities realign and there is a temporary shift into survival mode. The first and biggest thing to go was all sense of vanity. I refused to worry about how I looked or how the house looked. However, in order to stay sane I knew I couldn't forgo hygiene. The small act of making sure I brushed my teeth every morning separated the days from one another and prevented my turning into a muttering hermit with no sense of time or the outside world.
*Husband
What can I say? Glasses of water would miraculously appear, dishes were always done, and dinners made. This is a man who held my hand through every contraction and continues to split each night feeding shift with me. Really, I can't ever say enough.
*Hats
For the first month, I nursed through the night every hour on the hour. I was hanging on by a thread and needed sleep so much I could almost taste its sweetness. My sanity was going, so much so that I was absolutely convinced a ghost entered the bedroom every night between 3 and 4 o'clock. One cold night, I discovered my salvation. Tightly swaddle Olympia like a burrito and put on the silliest, strawberry shortcake, hat I could find. I couldn't help but laugh and kept an assortment of hideous hats in the crib from then on.

Yeah...it was all really hard but hell, what great thing in life isn't?
*Hygiene
There are so many things that are chucked out the window when a newborn arrives. Priorities realign and there is a temporary shift into survival mode. The first and biggest thing to go was all sense of vanity. I refused to worry about how I looked or how the house looked. However, in order to stay sane I knew I couldn't forgo hygiene. The small act of making sure I brushed my teeth every morning separated the days from one another and prevented my turning into a muttering hermit with no sense of time or the outside world.
*Husband
What can I say? Glasses of water would miraculously appear, dishes were always done, and dinners made. This is a man who held my hand through every contraction and continues to split each night feeding shift with me. Really, I can't ever say enough.
*Hats
For the first month, I nursed through the night every hour on the hour. I was hanging on by a thread and needed sleep so much I could almost taste its sweetness. My sanity was going, so much so that I was absolutely convinced a ghost entered the bedroom every night between 3 and 4 o'clock. One cold night, I discovered my salvation. Tightly swaddle Olympia like a burrito and put on the silliest, strawberry shortcake, hat I could find. I couldn't help but laugh and kept an assortment of hideous hats in the crib from then on.
Yeah...it was all really hard but hell, what great thing in life isn't?
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