Monday, March 31, 2008

Dear V.,

We are aware that it introducing a bottle some of the time we have messed with one of the central mainstays in your universe, namely your food source (other mainstays: pooping, farting, smiling, sometimes us). We therefore expect some upheaval. We also realize that since you only get a bottle some of the time it is probably confusing for you. However, it would be exciting if you decided for sure, finally, whether you like the bottle or not. Taking the bottle with no problems for your Dad one time while seriously screaming your head off when offered the bottle another time when you are certainly hungry is really getting old.


Friday, March 28, 2008

Aha! Not just about the baby. Also about knitting.

V. was very, very interested in some simple knitting I was doing last week, so of course I put her on my lap and took a little video on my camera:

That is the Princess Bride in the background, in case you are wondering. ("I am not left-handed either!)

Monday, March 24, 2008


That is when my daughter woke me up this morning. And overnight. It is the first time she woke up after 11 PM last night. Now, those of you without infants may not think of that as a wonderful thing, but I went to bed at midnight and proceeded to have the longest stretch of uninterrupted sleep that I have had in over two months (since I am the food source, I pretty much always have to get up when she wakes in the night, although Matter-Eater Lad is at the ready for those non-food-related wakings). Pediatricians consider 5 hours of sleep to be sleeping through the night for an infant, which means that V slept through the night for the first time at 9 weeks--not bad at all! I am sure this won't continue and there will be nights when she wakes up four times or when she won't sleep at all, but *today* I am feeling obnoxiously chipper and well-rested.

(More non-baby stuff soon, I promise!)

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Dr. Livingston, I presume?

I now emerge from the jungles of caring for a newborn (hey, I haven't been getting much sleep--allow me my tortured metaphors) to actually post and announce that at 12:23 PM on Friday, January 18, 2008, Matter-Eater Lad and I met our daughter, Veronica Rose:

who by now more often looks like this:

She was 7 pounds, 11 ounces and 21 inches.

More later, since I would rather this not turn into a blog that is entirely about another human being's intake and output, and right this second that is all I've got.