Sunday, February 22, 2009

Some Portraits

We had way too much fun taking pictures of Ellie this afternoon:


One of the lesser-known techniques of Kung Fu: Ellie-mantis




Angst




Sweet Eyes




Too Cute for Words




*Sigh*




Queen Ellie the First





Peace!




Ewww!




Ellie-Yo, the DJ




Our Little Sweetie

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Have you ever tried to clean a loaded gun?



(Did you notice Mom's blue topaz pendant from Dad?)





Check out this Harry Potter - type picture of Grandma and Grandpa:




Ellie's cord fell off last Sat. or Sun. and healed enough that we were able to give her an immersed bath for the first time yesterday (Sat). She seemed delighted to have the nice warm water around her. She has been growing nicely. She regained her birth weight by last Tuesday and has been eating vigorously and regularly.


I try to wake up and burp Ellie and change her while Sarah gets some more rest right after middle-of-the-night feedings. Diapering has been mostly uneventful except for a couple of blow-outs and a noteworthy experience a few nights ago... I was sitting on the edge of our bed, twisted to the left to help Ellie change what appeared to be a harmless, wet diaper. We noticed that she grunts and mumbles a lot, but especially as she's trying to pass some gas - or worse. However, she makes these little grunts often enough that it can be hard to differentiate them. So, it was like the "Fire Swamp" in Princess Bride. They hear a bit of a "Kkkk Kkkk Kuh" noise before the "Fooooosh" explosion of deadly fire. Well, I thought I heard a bit of grunting from Ellie, but didn't think much of it. And before I knew it, * FFFOOOSH FFOOOOOOOOSH * -- Two explosion-backed streams squirted a foot or so onto my left thigh. It was like someone had stomped on an open bottle of mustard aimed right at me. I just stared at it in shock for a while as the heat of it soaked through to my skin. Being half awake made it worse. Plus, I felt strangely betrayed that absolutely none of it got on the diaper or even the bed. Now, every time I change her I feel like I'm cleaning a loaded gun.

Sunday, February 1, 2009