Finally, it was time to bust out the coveted Baby Bjorn. For those of you who are not baby-product savvy, the Baby Bjorn is a front carrier that always gets rave reviews from new parents. I took out Emily’s yesterday and managed to put the thing together. I slipped her into the holes and off we went, bouncing through the house happily. I took a picture of us to document the moment (as Carrie noted, timed photos may not be a good idea just yet…we’re sticking with mirror images for now):
(I apparently needed to use my other hand as a counterbalance?)
I learned that Emily does not (I repeat: does NOT) like asparagus or broccoli. Oy. We’ve had a long few nights of gastric unhappiness. This morning, Bjorn is doing the trick of keeping her upright and content — it looked like an impossible feat, but Bjorn was man enough to give it a go. Boo-yah! Bjorn for president!
Grandma Jane and Grandma Ann will be coming over occasionally to sit with Emily while I try to get some basic chores done around the house. According to all dogs and babies present, Monday’s visit from Jane was a fabulous success:
Yesterday was our big excursion to Ellsworth to get my drivers license renewed. Silly me, I failed to note that new laws require you to bring various pieces of documentation. I was more worried about trying to get my hair combed so that I wouldn’t be ashamed of my ID for the next 7 years. The last picture was pretty darn rockstar…that’s a hard standard to beat. Anyway, I got there and realized oops, I need a passport, a marriage certificate, tax forms, a vial of goat’s blood, immunization records, proof of blood type, a tithe, and an autographed picture of Barry White for the DMV employee. I quickly rushed to the bank (which is conveniently about 20 feet away) and went digging through my safe deposit box, knowing that I always keep passports and goat’s blood in there. Ack! Things are out of order! Life is not good! I went back and tried to offer them other things from the Mary Poppins carpet bag I seem to be carrying around all of the time – like a supply of newborn Pampers, some Wet Wipes, a piece of stale Orbit gum, and a very soft receiving blanket — surprising, none of these things met with their approval. Okay, how ’bout one spit-up cloth, a pen, and two plastic bags? Surely you can’t refuse that one? Wow, when did the DMV people become so spiteful? Long story short: the DMV refused to accept my expired passport as proof of citizenship, so I have to go back. They have no idea how hard it was to time that journey with an infant, but I suppose that’s not their problem. Emily looked good for the outing, anyway.
I was chuckling to myself the other day as I got ready for bed about how much things have changed in the past few weeks (3w, 2d to be precise). Here’s what my nightstand looks like now:
It has all of the staples on it. Breastfeeding is thirsty business, so the water bottle is a new constant companion. The baby bible, and baby bible jr, are also necessary resources. (They are the closest things we can find to manuals for this critter. Luckily, unlike other instructional guides, they weren’t written in Chinese and roughly translated into English.) Hand sanitizer? I’ll just note for the record that babies are filthy. Mylicon? A mother’s best friend — it’s a gas reliever for burpy babies.
We finally got “the letters” hung above her crib. I continue to note that there’s no Q in her name, or a hyphen, or an apostrophe, or an X…although we did manage to get two Ys in her full name.
Emily’s thoughts on this? It seems to meet with her approval.
