The beebs had a big second week of life here at home. She had her first bath, shed the last remaining remnant of her original ties to mother, tried on some new outfits, entertained visitors, and still managed to get in about 9 square meals a day and sleep all of the rest of the time.
all that remains of her physical maternal ties- welcome to the patriarchy, beatrix! mwahahahaha!
Her mems came to help out for this week and it was, in a word, great. Not only did we get to see mems every day, but she did a million loads of laundry, cooked us delicious dinners every night, and even held onto Beatrix once in a while. Oddly, while she didn’t balk for a second at assuming the domestic duties of our household, you should have seen the hemming and hawing we’d do to get her to hold her granddaughter for just a few minutes each day! You’d have thought the baby was made of fire or razorblades or poison gas or john denver or something.
Her mom, nana, also came to visit this week and we had four girly generations of the family all in one room. I assume they watched Oprah and traded beauty secrets, the kinds of things girls are known to do when they all get together. I can’t tell you for certain what went on because I’m the man and I was BRINGING HOME THE BACON at the time. But they sure talked my ear off about it when I got home!
nana, with her years of baby wisdom, introduced us to what will henceforth be known as 'that position that nana showed us.' it consists of laying the beebs across ones knees on her tummy, and she LOVES it. thanks, Great Nana!
Teed visited on wednesday and brought along jerry and kirstin, our family unit from the other side of town. We had pizza and salad and breast milk for dinner, though bebe didn’t eat much salad or pizza, and none of the rest of us had any breast milk.
beebs couldn't watch the end of the game. so young, so smart.
Auntie judy came for a visit and brought a cool new soft guy for bebe to gum to death.
Mems and mommy also introduced bebe to the mall, and thanks to mems’ unflagging efforts we now own enough clothing for this kid until she completes her second year of auto mechanic school(sorry all of you academic-types out there, but my little girl’s getting a PRACTICAL education. She can read all she wants in her spare time, but only after she’s rotated and balanced daddy’s tires, adjusted the idle, and flushed the radiator and changed the filters).
seriously, with the amount of daily potential costume changes bebe is capable of, she could easily tour with madonna. not that i'm complaining- keep 'em coming people.
Beatrix tried out(and seemed to like) this stuffed animal torture device. It would seem that animals who have been ‘bad’ are chained to the rafters of this cage and dangled just out of reach of whatever hunger-crazed baby you place underneath. Scary, and also effective. Those stuffed animals are truly well-behaved now.
weekends are daddy time!
Family and friends have been so great, and we’re really thankful to everyone for all of the great stuff they’ve given us. Part of the reason we felt we could do this now was because we knew we would have help- financially, mentally, spiritually, and physically. And there’s nothing better than raising your child to understand that material possessions aren’t important, even as you’re buried up to your neck in the shit you own.