Which do you like better?
Clipping your toe nails or painting your toe nails?
Going on a trip or sleeping in your own bed after a trip?
Wearing a new shirt or throwing away a ratty old shirt?
Putting a crabby baby to bed or getting a happy baby out of bed?
Putting on fuzzy warm socks or peeling off too-hot socks?
Curling up in under a warm blanket or climbing between cool sheets?
Cooking a meal everyone enjoys or eating a meal you didn't have to cook?
Getting in your car, warm in the garage in the winter or getting in your car in the summer after being in an over-air conditioned room?
Watching a movie or making a movie?
Paying a compliment and seeing someone's face light up or recieving an a sincere compliment you weren't expecting?
Skipping church or missing a dentist appointment?
Opening presents or shopping with a gift card?
Walking on the beach or strolling through the woods?
Listening to a thunder storm rolling in or finally hearing it roll away?
Having the money to buy that expensive item you never could afford or finding an item you always wanted on sale?
Losing a pound or eating a perfect slice of cake?
Walking through a beautiful garden or getting a bouquet of cut flowers?
Hearing the phone ring or hearing the answering machine pick it up?
Knowing it's Friday night or knowing it's Saturday morning?
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Just a TITCH late--Happy Birthday, Daphne!
Ok, so her birthday was a month ago. I have had a few tiny things to do in the last month. Like breast-feed non-stop and go through endless boxes of clothes trying to find one solitary pair of short or capris that might fit me without the use of a rubber band or liposuction. That took the better part of 3 weeks, truthfully. So, lest she feel slighted when she grows up and reads this blog, here is the recap on Daphne's 6th birthday:
It started with Daphne wanting a dress-up party. But not a princess dress-up party. More like a costume party. She just wanted everyone to dress up as something. Daphne chose to wear her Cleopatra costume from last Halloween. Likewise, Beck wore a Halloween costume, but from two years ago. So he was a Cowboy in Floods.
Next Daphne requested a piñata. A rainbow unicorn piñata, to be exact. And animal print decor. Then she picked out cupcake invitations. And her cake was a giant purse. Are you sensing a lack of cohesion here? Big Daddy tried to make her change some things, to make it more matchy. But I said, what the heck. It's her birthday, let her have what she wants. So a Mexican Costume-Jungle-Cupake-Purse Party, it was! There was a general black/white/hot pink-ness to it, but that's about all that tied it together. And it turned out great.
We played musical chairs, did a relay race, heard the REAL version of Rapunzel, told by Daphne's grandma Boppie, ate cake, jumped on the tramp, and hit the piñata. Here are a few pics:
We started the piñata game with each girl getting two blindfolded hits.
Then we went to three non-blindfolded hits. But even our experienced Mexican princess couldn't get it open.
Eventually we had to break it open the hard way: by 9 iron.
But then candy and toys were a-flowing.
Finally there was cake and ice cream.
And presents...
At age 6, here are some things you should know about Daphne: Daphne is a very unique child. She talks (and argues) like a grown-up, wise beyond her years. She isn't afraid of anyone or anything. She loves all animals, from the biggest down to the smallest (which means she is always bringing "pet" bugs and worms into the house). She doesn't care much for girly stuff like princesses and make-up and jewelry. But she does have quite a liking for the boys already. She hates school but loves her teacher. She doesn't find much need for sleep. She doesn't eat a lot, won't touch any potato product (including french fries), but loves her vegetables. Daphne cares a great deal for frosting (hmmm, wonder where she gets that from?). She is HIGHLY determined and precocious. Just try changing her mind about anything. Daphne is a very talented artist. She is very conscious of textures (tags and seams are her worst enemy). She isn't much of a snuggler, but she is very tender-hearted. She cares for every last creature on this earth and wants to take care of them all, especially her baby sister. Although many of Daphne's more stubborn traits can be less than endearing now, I know they will serve her well as an adult and that she will do something truly amazing with that tenacity. I expect great things from my Daphne.
Happy Birthday, Little Girl!
It started with Daphne wanting a dress-up party. But not a princess dress-up party. More like a costume party. She just wanted everyone to dress up as something. Daphne chose to wear her Cleopatra costume from last Halloween. Likewise, Beck wore a Halloween costume, but from two years ago. So he was a Cowboy in Floods.
Next Daphne requested a piñata. A rainbow unicorn piñata, to be exact. And animal print decor. Then she picked out cupcake invitations. And her cake was a giant purse. Are you sensing a lack of cohesion here? Big Daddy tried to make her change some things, to make it more matchy. But I said, what the heck. It's her birthday, let her have what she wants. So a Mexican Costume-Jungle-Cupake-Purse Party, it was! There was a general black/white/hot pink-ness to it, but that's about all that tied it together. And it turned out great.
We played musical chairs, did a relay race, heard the REAL version of Rapunzel, told by Daphne's grandma Boppie, ate cake, jumped on the tramp, and hit the piñata. Here are a few pics:
We started the piñata game with each girl getting two blindfolded hits.
Then we went to three non-blindfolded hits. But even our experienced Mexican princess couldn't get it open.
Eventually we had to break it open the hard way: by 9 iron.
But then candy and toys were a-flowing.
Finally there was cake and ice cream.
And presents...
At age 6, here are some things you should know about Daphne: Daphne is a very unique child. She talks (and argues) like a grown-up, wise beyond her years. She isn't afraid of anyone or anything. She loves all animals, from the biggest down to the smallest (which means she is always bringing "pet" bugs and worms into the house). She doesn't care much for girly stuff like princesses and make-up and jewelry. But she does have quite a liking for the boys already. She hates school but loves her teacher. She doesn't find much need for sleep. She doesn't eat a lot, won't touch any potato product (including french fries), but loves her vegetables. Daphne cares a great deal for frosting (hmmm, wonder where she gets that from?). She is HIGHLY determined and precocious. Just try changing her mind about anything. Daphne is a very talented artist. She is very conscious of textures (tags and seams are her worst enemy). She isn't much of a snuggler, but she is very tender-hearted. She cares for every last creature on this earth and wants to take care of them all, especially her baby sister. Although many of Daphne's more stubborn traits can be less than endearing now, I know they will serve her well as an adult and that she will do something truly amazing with that tenacity. I expect great things from my Daphne.
Happy Birthday, Little Girl!
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
It's Time for a Pipdate!
There was bad news and good news at Pippa's 2 month appointment today. But on a side note, can I just scream this out loud: "TWO MONTHS??? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!?" I seriously can't believe it. I love newborns. ADORE newborns. I love when they first come out and they are just this helpless puddle of sweetness and softness. They lie on your chest, they love your warmth, they occasionally sigh in contentment, and you might see them crack half an eye open now and then. I just love it. But it was WAY too short-lived. Now she is awake for long periods of time (well, 1 1/2 hours seems long), she smiles, she is beginning to coo, she looks around and has a definite personality. Where did my tiny newborn go??
Ok, so back to her doctor's visit. The bad news is that she is to be yet another short child of mine. None of my kids have made it past the 20th percentile for height. Pippa is in the 19%. The good news is that she is a fatso! 60th percentile! Daphne was below the charts...still is. Beck's fattest weigh-in put him at 25%. So I'm pleased to say that Pippa is a big fat porker!
She is also sleeping 11 hours a night (on good nights. Some nights she only sleeps 8 or 9, eats and then sleeps 3 more). That's really amazing for a 2 month old. She eats like a champ (clearly), she's very patient, and she loves to look at me and smile this big, open-mouth, squinty-eyed smile at me. She hardly ever cries. She squawks when she is hungry or sleepy and only breaks into a real wail if you ignore her squawks. She has the most monstrously chubby thighs you've ever seen. Her belly button is an outie that has a swirl to it like a galaxy. Her bum is so round it looks like a goose-egg stuck to her back. Her eyes are actually getting lighter and less muddy (come on, blue eyed child!). They are currently blue-ish grey but with a definite greenish tint to them. Her eye lashes are very long but nearly white. Her eyebrows are all white and so they're pretty much invisible. Her hair continues to be a sort of strawberry blond or pale auburn. It'll be interesting to see what color it turns when it grows in.
All in all, I'm very pleased with this baby. I can hardly find a complaint at all. (Other than that she blows out nearly every diaper. She's not a very lady-like pooper!) I think if I was a teacher and she was in my "How to Be a Good Baby Class," she'd get an A+. Or maybe an A. Points might have to be deducted for the number of times I have to wipe poop off her back. Otherwise, Great Job, Pippa!
Oh, and she has a big head. 85%. But then, all my kids do. Due to the massive brains they inherited them from me, no doubt.
So that's the update on my short, stocky angel baby.
Ok, so back to her doctor's visit. The bad news is that she is to be yet another short child of mine. None of my kids have made it past the 20th percentile for height. Pippa is in the 19%. The good news is that she is a fatso! 60th percentile! Daphne was below the charts...still is. Beck's fattest weigh-in put him at 25%. So I'm pleased to say that Pippa is a big fat porker!
She is also sleeping 11 hours a night (on good nights. Some nights she only sleeps 8 or 9, eats and then sleeps 3 more). That's really amazing for a 2 month old. She eats like a champ (clearly), she's very patient, and she loves to look at me and smile this big, open-mouth, squinty-eyed smile at me. She hardly ever cries. She squawks when she is hungry or sleepy and only breaks into a real wail if you ignore her squawks. She has the most monstrously chubby thighs you've ever seen. Her belly button is an outie that has a swirl to it like a galaxy. Her bum is so round it looks like a goose-egg stuck to her back. Her eyes are actually getting lighter and less muddy (come on, blue eyed child!). They are currently blue-ish grey but with a definite greenish tint to them. Her eye lashes are very long but nearly white. Her eyebrows are all white and so they're pretty much invisible. Her hair continues to be a sort of strawberry blond or pale auburn. It'll be interesting to see what color it turns when it grows in.
All in all, I'm very pleased with this baby. I can hardly find a complaint at all. (Other than that she blows out nearly every diaper. She's not a very lady-like pooper!) I think if I was a teacher and she was in my "How to Be a Good Baby Class," she'd get an A+. Or maybe an A. Points might have to be deducted for the number of times I have to wipe poop off her back. Otherwise, Great Job, Pippa!
Oh, and she has a big head. 85%. But then, all my kids do. Due to the massive brains they inherited them from me, no doubt.
So that's the update on my short, stocky angel baby.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Dream A Little Dream of Pee
Have you ever had a recurring dream in your life? One which happens the same or nearly the same over and over throughout a period of/your whole life? I have one. It's kind of gross. But it is one where I am in a public bathroom and I have to go. BAD. But every stall has something wrong with it. A door is missing on this one, no seat on the next one, only a rim. Most of them are full to the brim with nastiness. And usually the floors are covered too, making it impossible for me to find a place to go.
I have been having this same dream, with variations on location and number of disgusting stalls, my whole life. I always wondered why. And then recently (yes, it took me my WHOLE LIFE to figure this out!) I finally figured out what this dream means. It's nothing deep. Not Freudian. No therapy or dream books required. No, it simply means I have to go to the loo and my body is trying to keep me from doing it in my sleep!
I've been having this dream a lot lately. And I realize it's because I have been drinking more than usual. I'm not a thirsty person. Generally the only time I get thirsty (and also the only time water tastes good to me) is between the hours of 8-11pm. And with the extra intake of water to help with milk production, I tend to take in about 24-32 ounces of water right before bed.
I really need to work on drinking between the hours of 9-11 am, but water is just gross that time of day. What can I say?
How about you? Do you have any recurring dreams? And more importantly, when does water taste good to YOU?
I have been having this same dream, with variations on location and number of disgusting stalls, my whole life. I always wondered why. And then recently (yes, it took me my WHOLE LIFE to figure this out!) I finally figured out what this dream means. It's nothing deep. Not Freudian. No therapy or dream books required. No, it simply means I have to go to the loo and my body is trying to keep me from doing it in my sleep!
I've been having this dream a lot lately. And I realize it's because I have been drinking more than usual. I'm not a thirsty person. Generally the only time I get thirsty (and also the only time water tastes good to me) is between the hours of 8-11pm. And with the extra intake of water to help with milk production, I tend to take in about 24-32 ounces of water right before bed.
I really need to work on drinking between the hours of 9-11 am, but water is just gross that time of day. What can I say?
How about you? Do you have any recurring dreams? And more importantly, when does water taste good to YOU?
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Pippa's Room
I finished Pippa's nursery a few days before she was born, but I never got a chance to post pictures. So I thought I'd do it now since my life is too hectic at the moment to do much of a real post.
This is how the nursery looked before:
This is the final product as it stands...
If I have a few spare hours over the summer, I may get the gumption up to paint the tan walls. The tan doesn't do anything for me. Maybe a pale blue? Or a soft yellow? Or maybe they'll end up staying tan because I'd rather be at the pool with my kids, working on MY tan. At any rate, there is a beautiful, one of a kind nursery where a modge-podge room used to be. Hooray!
This is how the nursery looked before:
World map on the wall, tan paint color, no valance, no style. It was our general purpose room--Big Daddy's closet, book case full of my travel mementos, extra boxes, ugly 2nd hand recliner, etc. So I had my work cut out for me, turning this into a girly nursery. I also didn't want to make it like Daphne's room, which is pink and green and yellow with flowers and butterflies. I wanted girly, but in a whole new way.
First came the beautiful bedding. It started with a swatch of fabric I saw online at a fancy (i.e. expensive) nursery design website. :
It became the inspiration for Pippa's nursery. So I bought a few yards of that pricey fabric and then bought coordinating fabric from the local fabric store (i.e. WAY cheaper), handed it over to the capable hands of my seamstress mother, and this is how it turned out:
The birds and the polka dots became the theme of sorts for the rest of the decor.
Next I had Big Daddy print me a giant wall sticker. I got the idea for the tree from this picture I found online: 
I made some changes and Big Daddy found some birds to put in the trees instead of the flowers. 
Cute, huh? Pippa loves to stare up at the tree while she lies in bed.
By far the biggest project (for me, at least--the other big projects were done by everyone else!) was the alphabet wall. I saw the alphabet frames idea on a blog called Design Sponge. Hers looked like this:
So I spent a week or so collecting various sizes and shapes of frames from the local thrift stores. 
I think I only spent bout $45 for all the frames! Then I took them all apart, ripped off the stands if they had them, cleaned the glass, and spray painted them. While they were drying, I measured the holes, found fonts online, and had Big Daddy print the inserts for me. Then I cut them down, put them in the frames, and laid them out on the floor so I could rearrange them 600 times. Finally, I put them on the wall. What do you think?
(Pippa absolutely LOVES to stare at the letters on the wall while I'm changing her diaper. The contrast of black and pale pink is so fascinating to her.)
Then I just had to add a few more touches. Once again, Mom came to the rescue and made a slip cover for the 2nd hand reclining rocker to match the trim on the bedding.
A lamp and some wall art finished it off. I still have one or two more things I want to add, but I felt good enough about the way things looked to put the baby in the nursery and not stress. I guess there were a few advantages to Pippa coming late. 
This is the final product as it stands...
If I have a few spare hours over the summer, I may get the gumption up to paint the tan walls. The tan doesn't do anything for me. Maybe a pale blue? Or a soft yellow? Or maybe they'll end up staying tan because I'd rather be at the pool with my kids, working on MY tan. At any rate, there is a beautiful, one of a kind nursery where a modge-podge room used to be. Hooray!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
At Some Point I'll Stop Blogging about Pregnancy/Baby Stuff, I Swear
What can I say? It's what's on my mind, it's what my life is about, it's what's taking up 90% of the time in my day. My baby. Sweet, wonderful, good little baby. But she doesn't leave me much time for much else. So what am I blogging about? You guessed it...
Top 10 Things I Am Loving About No Longer Being Pregnant:
10. Breathing. Oh that little thing! But when your entire diaphragm is squished to the top of your neck and your lungs have the capacity of a piece of paper, breathing is something you can no longer take for granted. But I'm happy to say that putting on socks no longer makes me winded.
9. Breathing through my nose. I get stuffed up about 2 months into pregnancy and I don't get to breathe through my nose again until a few weeks after delivery. So just about now, I'm able to stop wearing breathe-right strips every night and shooting as much Rhinocort Aqua as I'm allowed up my nose only to suffer from poor sleep and nose bleeds anyway. Hooray for breathing!
8. Bending over. Seriously, not being able to bend over sucks! First there is the fact that everything your children touch stays or lands in a space from your knees to your feet. You see their stuff there and you think, "If it was metal, and my hand was magnetic, I would clean it up. Really I would." And then you walk away and leave it there because, well, your hand isn't magnetic and bending over causes your pancreas to end up in your esophagus. Also, your children suddenly develop complete amnesia about how to put on socks and shoes. They want YOU to bend over and do it. I don't even tie my OWN shoes when pregnant. Ask me why I wore the same two pair of shoes my whole last 5 months of pregnancy: NO laces.
7. Medicine. You can actually take medicine again. Try having a cold and not being allowed to take any decongestants. TORTURE. Torture + a lot of snot.
6. Sleep! Oh glorious sleep! Not even the wakings of a newborn can make you feel bad about your sleep when suddenly your rib pain doesn't force you out of bed at 6am, your sleep apnea doesn't wake you up a dozen times (see # 9 above), there isn't a baby doing cartwheels in your belly from 10pm-1am, and you can actually roll on your stomach! Sometimes I want to make out with my mattress, I'm so happy to be face to face with it again!
5. Not puking. Although I only puked a couple of times this pregnancy from morning sickness, I was almost always 1 heave away from tossing my cookies. Every time I brushed my teeth or smelled something gross, I had to fight with all my will not to puke. It's so nice now to hork up a loogie without gagging.
4. Lack of pain. Ok, so this one has been intermittent. Throwing out my back, which turned into a horrible pinched nerve, the week after the baby wasn't fun. Neither was mastitis. Neither is the thrush I'm fighting because of the antibiotics to kill the mastitis. BUT it isn't non-stop rib pain, non-stop ligament pain, lower back pain, etc., all the time 24/7.
3. Ankles. Not the former cankles, but real ankles.
2. Proximity. Mostly to Big Daddy. It's one of the things I miss most all pregnancy long is no longer being able to get close to him. You can't spoon. You can't hug. You can't...you know...in any positions that don't leave you feeling rather whorish. Just being able to walk up, press against him, and lay my head on his chest is magical.
1. Definite #1 best thing about not being pregnant:
Top 10 Things I Am Loving About No Longer Being Pregnant:
10. Breathing. Oh that little thing! But when your entire diaphragm is squished to the top of your neck and your lungs have the capacity of a piece of paper, breathing is something you can no longer take for granted. But I'm happy to say that putting on socks no longer makes me winded.
9. Breathing through my nose. I get stuffed up about 2 months into pregnancy and I don't get to breathe through my nose again until a few weeks after delivery. So just about now, I'm able to stop wearing breathe-right strips every night and shooting as much Rhinocort Aqua as I'm allowed up my nose only to suffer from poor sleep and nose bleeds anyway. Hooray for breathing!
8. Bending over. Seriously, not being able to bend over sucks! First there is the fact that everything your children touch stays or lands in a space from your knees to your feet. You see their stuff there and you think, "If it was metal, and my hand was magnetic, I would clean it up. Really I would." And then you walk away and leave it there because, well, your hand isn't magnetic and bending over causes your pancreas to end up in your esophagus. Also, your children suddenly develop complete amnesia about how to put on socks and shoes. They want YOU to bend over and do it. I don't even tie my OWN shoes when pregnant. Ask me why I wore the same two pair of shoes my whole last 5 months of pregnancy: NO laces.
7. Medicine. You can actually take medicine again. Try having a cold and not being allowed to take any decongestants. TORTURE. Torture + a lot of snot.
6. Sleep! Oh glorious sleep! Not even the wakings of a newborn can make you feel bad about your sleep when suddenly your rib pain doesn't force you out of bed at 6am, your sleep apnea doesn't wake you up a dozen times (see # 9 above), there isn't a baby doing cartwheels in your belly from 10pm-1am, and you can actually roll on your stomach! Sometimes I want to make out with my mattress, I'm so happy to be face to face with it again!
5. Not puking. Although I only puked a couple of times this pregnancy from morning sickness, I was almost always 1 heave away from tossing my cookies. Every time I brushed my teeth or smelled something gross, I had to fight with all my will not to puke. It's so nice now to hork up a loogie without gagging.
4. Lack of pain. Ok, so this one has been intermittent. Throwing out my back, which turned into a horrible pinched nerve, the week after the baby wasn't fun. Neither was mastitis. Neither is the thrush I'm fighting because of the antibiotics to kill the mastitis. BUT it isn't non-stop rib pain, non-stop ligament pain, lower back pain, etc., all the time 24/7.
3. Ankles. Not the former cankles, but real ankles.
2. Proximity. Mostly to Big Daddy. It's one of the things I miss most all pregnancy long is no longer being able to get close to him. You can't spoon. You can't hug. You can't...you know...in any positions that don't leave you feeling rather whorish. Just being able to walk up, press against him, and lay my head on his chest is magical.
1. Definite #1 best thing about not being pregnant:
Friday, June 3, 2011
It's Time for a Pipdate!
I have had thousands of adoring fans (hers, naturally, not mine) request more pictures of Pippa, more details about Pippa, Pippa's social security number and fingerprint sample, so I thought I'd do an update on her. I'm all about pleasing my her fans. (Psst, Grandma and Grandpa, this is really for you. I don't actually have thousands of fans. Only many many hundreds. Ok, a few dozen. Alright, four. )
Pippa had her two week check up a few days ago. She did great. In fact, the pediatrician pronounced her "PERFECT." So, yeah, good work Mommy and Daddy. You created perfection!
She weighed in at a hefty 8 lbs 3 oz, a full half pound over her birth weight. (Hello? Can you say PORKER?!?) They usually want them back to their birth weight by then, so the weight gain was a nice surprise. Pippa's weight, in fact, is in the 60%! By far the fattest of my babies. Her height was in the 40%, which is 15% higher than my tallest child. Her head is in the 80%, about standard for my kids. What can I say? They have huge, brain-packed noggins!
Other tidbits about Pippa:
- Her name is the nickname for Phillipa, which is a Greek name meaning "lover of horses." We didn't name her Phillipa, though. Just Pippa.
- We got her name from a Robert Browning poem called "Pippa Passes."
- We are SO into Victorian poetry.
- Yeah, not really. We got it from excessive watching of the BBC's coverage of the royal wedding. DUH! (It's the name of Princess Kate's sister. )
- Pippa is my biggest baby.
- Pippa is my tallest baby.
- Pippa has white eyebrows, white eyelashes, and reddish-golden hair.
- Pippa is an extremely patient, mellow baby. She only screams when you take off her clothes or diaper. (I'd scream if someone were always taking off my clothes too.)
- Pippa smiled at only a week old. And just in case you think it was a fluke...or gas...she has smiled numerous times since. Mostly at me, of course. Or else tons of gas.
- Pippa is sleeping through the night. Mostly. She goes to bed about 11pm and sleeps until 5 or 6 am. Sometimes I have to wake her up to feed her because my boobs are going to explode. It makes me wonder how late she would sleep if I didn't wake her up. (But not enough to let my boobs explode to find out.)
- Daphne and Beck really like Pippa.
- Daphne likes to kiss Pippa on the head.
- Beck likes to growl at Pippa and shine flashlights in her eyes.
- (Hey, we all show our affection differently.)
- I am madly, passionately, unreservedly in love with this baby.
- Sometimes I want to eat her up.
- But then I realized that I just spent 9 months trying to get her OUT of my body, so I'd better let her remain unconsumed.
- See, once again, we all show our affection differently. Daphne? Kissing. Me? Cannibalism.
And here, by popular demand, are more pictures of Pippa. I just got some professional ones done this week, but I don't have them back yet. So mostly you're going to get ones where her eyes are half closed or she's staring off into space. Sorry, it's the best I could do while holding a camera and trying not to let her fall head first on the floor at the same time.
Pippa had her two week check up a few days ago. She did great. In fact, the pediatrician pronounced her "PERFECT." So, yeah, good work Mommy and Daddy. You created perfection!
She weighed in at a hefty 8 lbs 3 oz, a full half pound over her birth weight. (Hello? Can you say PORKER?!?) They usually want them back to their birth weight by then, so the weight gain was a nice surprise. Pippa's weight, in fact, is in the 60%! By far the fattest of my babies. Her height was in the 40%, which is 15% higher than my tallest child. Her head is in the 80%, about standard for my kids. What can I say? They have huge, brain-packed noggins!
Other tidbits about Pippa:
- Her name is the nickname for Phillipa, which is a Greek name meaning "lover of horses." We didn't name her Phillipa, though. Just Pippa.
- We got her name from a Robert Browning poem called "Pippa Passes."
- We are SO into Victorian poetry.
- Yeah, not really. We got it from excessive watching of the BBC's coverage of the royal wedding. DUH! (It's the name of Princess Kate's sister. )
- Pippa is my biggest baby.
- Pippa is my tallest baby.
- Pippa has white eyebrows, white eyelashes, and reddish-golden hair.
- Pippa is an extremely patient, mellow baby. She only screams when you take off her clothes or diaper. (I'd scream if someone were always taking off my clothes too.)
- Pippa smiled at only a week old. And just in case you think it was a fluke...or gas...she has smiled numerous times since. Mostly at me, of course. Or else tons of gas.
- Pippa is sleeping through the night. Mostly. She goes to bed about 11pm and sleeps until 5 or 6 am. Sometimes I have to wake her up to feed her because my boobs are going to explode. It makes me wonder how late she would sleep if I didn't wake her up. (But not enough to let my boobs explode to find out.)
- Daphne and Beck really like Pippa.
- Daphne likes to kiss Pippa on the head.
- Beck likes to growl at Pippa and shine flashlights in her eyes.
- (Hey, we all show our affection differently.)
- I am madly, passionately, unreservedly in love with this baby.
- Sometimes I want to eat her up.
- But then I realized that I just spent 9 months trying to get her OUT of my body, so I'd better let her remain unconsumed.
- See, once again, we all show our affection differently. Daphne? Kissing. Me? Cannibalism.
And here, by popular demand, are more pictures of Pippa. I just got some professional ones done this week, but I don't have them back yet. So mostly you're going to get ones where her eyes are half closed or she's staring off into space. Sorry, it's the best I could do while holding a camera and trying not to let her fall head first on the floor at the same time.
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